Big Plans

(You have a gift, Jack) I ain't kidding This ain't no broken latex Speeds are breakneck Stacking dollars, getting paychecks I got ice and the cream, call me Häagen-Dazs Fluent in the money language, that's why I talk a lot Floating in Grace Bay, reflecting on life People ask me what I'm doing and I left 'em on ice Earning my stripes, getting ultra-boosted I made a name for myself and started up a movement Do it 'cause I love to do it Getting money organically, I don't chase racks Never have to worry when I open up my bank app Never slowing down, can't be kicking my feet up 'Cause I'm all about my bread, yeah, I'm getting pita Make the pain go away with a shot of tequila Running up a tab on the Visa I know I gotta get it in before I'm gone I've been running shit with ease, I barely even have to jog anymore And if you know me, I'm son-ing all my O.G.'s I know the game 'cause I've been studying it closely I can see right through the lies and the fake shit You can save it like a motherfucking goalie I just cut through the bologna While I'm rolling up a Raw and then I'm puffing on it slowly Leaving a trail of fragrance, bitch, that's everyday shit It's just the basics, thankful I made it Up to the point where my bank balance doesn't affect how I'm behaving Capital One, what's in your wallet? Barely more than pennies I'm in a place of abundance, I'm getting more than plenty Never been ordinary, I've been getting dollars by the truckload So just be sure you're ready with a Ford or Chevy I'm quite modest but I'm going psychotic The timing is right, rising in height till I'm sky walking It's ironic, I wanted it even when I got it Silence when I'm talking I'm tryna make a point, bitch Your big plans never materialized I see the fear in your eyes 'cause you know your future is morbid Meanwhile, what's next for me? Exponential trajectories Residentials in Beverly Hills with views of the L.A. streets 'Cause now everything has to be real Solve my problems, get high again Smoke that flower like hyacinth Worry 'bout the environment like DiCaprio feels It's like all I can control is if I'm stacking some bills Well, is it fair to say I get a lot of money 'fore my hair is gray? I got these urges that I can't explain Just turn up the bass, middle and treble (You have a gift, Jack) 'Cause starting a podcast doesn't make you successful If you ain't bring shit to the table then you get dropped That's why the amount of people I talk to probably ten tops Giving their input, never dealing with the outcome When inevitably, the pressure and stress is getting to me Weighing heavily, got me feeling like I'm 'bout done But I get back up in the race, I won't be outrun They wanted beef like a delicatessen Well, I'm sending a message If you ain't help, you ain't get a percentage Future's bright, I'm optimistic They said that I've gone ballistic I just don't get caught up in it Never heard or saw the critics They were wrong, they thought I'm quitting Killing it from start to finish Shit is so apocalyptic when I'm putting on a clinic What? And they ain't got a pot to piss in Tell you what you wanna hear just like a fucking politician Now I'm off this shit and on a mission Bitch