a curious secretive streak in the man, which led to many dramatic effects - but left even his closest friends guessing as to what his exact plans
is the underground superstar (like me) You gotta ask yourself one question Do I speak facts, or do I start guessin? Learn the lesson, before you plan
(Grunts) Check It Out Another Fuckin Sampler, I Won't Even Front, I'll Fuckin' Tell You All About Our Shit Simple And Blunt, And If You Take The Time
feather, flap and fold and be together No matter what your whatever, endeavor, find us better You mean he, she, them, him, those and others Let's kill
rare, I don't like that medium rare shit Everything I make is well done baby [Chorus - Tyga] Tell them bitches I'm the man Money over bitches nigga that's the plan
Arf! Arf!) Their rhymes are simple My rhymes are roughed up Like a duffle bag mags on my wheels squeal Peel out towards your head While others bust lead
in my rent I ain't got nothing to show for all the fedi that I done spent I told my mom where the cash at, my live insurance policy is the money She been planning
you got me thinking fast Your nice thick lips, Marnier in the glass You approach me, other dudes have to ask 'Cause they mad because they ain't getting none, fuck 'em It's as simple
Some of them were dreamers and some of them were fools Who were making plans and thinking of the future With the energy of the innocent, they were gathering
thought it was a shame Mary and Martha longed for Jesus' healing touch To come and raise their brother 'Cause they loved that boy so much But Jesus has a plan
screw face, smash on and knock out Ain't changed game don't run me, I run the game If I gotta keep it gritty so be it, I'm supposed to change Like simple
my brain, fuck I can't have that They couldn't possibly understand the thoughts of a simple man Who's a simpleton, got a simple plan from a simple fan
"I'm Not Ashamed" We all make our plans, we all have our choices Try on different faces, talk in other voices I said a lot of things that never let me
man Behind that school we found romance We laid in the dirt and took off our shirts While the lucky ones would fly away On planes to other cities, other
can find no reason to mutilate our mother with fences and borders And obsessive thinking, of proving our individuality Yeah, so what can you do when your fellow man, criminalizes your plan
There's too much going wrong. It takes the likes of me to hit the reboot key and write a high speed drinking song. Millionaires losin' everything. Hey, welcome to the other
bull In other words this dog means business Still do it for my men behind bars, LIFERS I never start a situation that I can't finish Trendsetter, simple and plan
Bob do? What would Bob do? What would Bob do? What would Bob do? I was knocking on the pearly gates, made of precious stone Looked kind of other worldly