The Plan

(I feel like what?) (I feel like what?) (I feel like what?) (I'm feelin' like) Feelin' like I can't be stopped right now boy I'm feelin' like the man They keep tryna jack my style I'm blockin' all the haters I can't hear you what you sayin My partner told me stack it way up to the ceiling I had to tell him man you know that was the plan She told me that she wanna shoot her shot at me I told her no I can't I know that you a fan I keep it short I keep it brief I'm straight up out the South boy I'm straight up out the East I'm a money fiend I'ma get this cheddar cheese by any means And he means any means necessary What is your name comrade? Uhh Hux? And I can go bar for bar with your favorite rapper I dress to the T all the time I'm lookin' very dapper I don't want your girl I promise you that you can have her I don't want no Hollywood fame I swear to you it wouldn't matter Hit the books and hit the booth I thank you to my alma mater You a crazy tall capper I might call you Mad Hatter I'm not from this universe I'm from a different nebula You not even on my level boy you need to level up Go straight to the rim like I'm Giannis cause I get a buck Seven zeros in my bank account I'm never runnin' out of luck And if you think I cannot reach all of my goals cause I'm young Well best believe that I'm that youngin' with a plan Feelin' like I can't be stopped right now boy I'm feelin' like the man They keep tryna jack my style I'm blockin' all the haters I can't hear you what you sayin My partner told me stack it way up to the ceiling I had to tell him man you know that was the plan She told me that she wanna shoot her shot at me I told her no I can't I know that you a fan Put that pedal to the metal while I'm smokin' on some runtz On the road tryna chase a check first day of the month She a hoe tryna turn me up while I'm in her guts Go with the flow I need big cups and some big blunts (Yeah them big blunts) We a rich bunch So they want some I say half these niggas dumb I could give directions to the money niggas wouldn't run I could give her all the love in the world it ain't nothin You slime me out and jack my style so I call you my son Slidin' in that Beamer rollin' like I'm 101 He got shocked it was his first time seein' a gun He got popped cause a nigga didn't know it was us Nigga I'm just gettin' bucks I don't give a f*ck Yeah she gon' wear a dress so I can lift it up Yeah she gon' drop that ass so I can pick it up Pull up and I score it like a Benz truck Get up in the stu then I rip it up Niggas need to change it up y'all not fast enough Come in like I'm Russ who got these rings that I'm rackin' up I just poured a four inside the deuce and now I'm smacked as f*ck Yeah we actin' up me and Hux actin' up Yeah we actin' up It's nassi