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letra de the plan - trop

(intro)

then the time come for you to be your own man and take on the world and you did… but somewhere along the line you changed…you stopped being you…you let people stick a finger in your face and tell you you’re no good…and when things got hard you started looking for somethin’ to blame…like a big shadow. let me tell you something you already know. the world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows, it’s a very mean and nasty place …. pointin’ fingers sayin’ you ain’t where you wanna be because of him or her or anybody! cowards do that and that ain’t you! you’re better than that!

don’t forget to visit your mother

(verse 1 :h.a.s.flight)
first verse worst curse
but im about to flip that straight crack you gone be fiening when you feel this sh-t im feeling man
im tryna stack it to the muthf-cking ceiling man but ain’t we all is
i smoke that paul pierce yea thats headband h.a.s. flight
i fall from great heights and land in that water with them great whites

(verse 2 :stiggy carter)
them great whites them great bites them black souls
tryna get that dollar but i rather just go stack gold
if im living far i hope i live that old so i can see my seeds grow if they want to see mo
they betta get this doe

(hook)
tryna turn this dolla to a couple grand tryna
flip this couple for a hundred grand and
then flip that hundred for a million
it ain’t gone happen if a n-gga chillen man
so im bout to go get it my whole team gone get tryna get that milly but it ain’t gone happen just chillen
so im bout to go get it my whole team gone get it tryna get them dollas we ain’t gone stop till we get it

(verse 3: stiggy carter)
my team here we bout to get it
i think i k!lled the track who body leaded
me and my hands my n-gga im tryna get the game
get my mill my dolla and all the f-cking change
and get a whip range and then a rover
i be tryna step the game up just like im kobe brynat
im dropping 42 man i got bars like im doing 40 to the pin
d-mn i know my mind all f-cked up i think its the weed my time all f-cked up
i think im on cloud 1-11 and
talking bout thats the cloud where you see 7
other other n-ggas smoke the reefer just like you
i think this is the trop but i be riding with my crew , riding with the boys on the block we us we youngins
thinking bout the dreams get the dolla get the money n-gga

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