A Queen, A Cat, A Map, A Plan - Shawn and Mac & Justin Robbins

I say black lives matter, but ion really fuck with people Smoke a wood all by myself and i get higher then a eagle And this glock like a F.N but it shoot like a desert Eagle I need a shovel for this pain cause this shit get way deeper Trying to be the first young Nigga out the projects 9th grade skipping i wasn't doing nun of my projects I was busy in the yo I wasn't thinking about no college Learned how to get some money my Og gave me some Knowledge Ian got another plan but thats on god Im gone buy the A.p Im gone rock out with plan A cause ian got no plan B I know damn well I ain't pull out i make her eat a Plan B Im trying to rock the whole nation like Im signed to Jay-z State to state show to show know we gone rock out Ian polo g but you knowing we gone pop out He hit him wit a 30 but he put that boy on fo We aint see face to face so he got ate like he was Popeyes Take a picture kodak moment posted up i got my Glock nine All these hoes green light they don't see no stop signs Potna got a F for fighting so my young nigga had dropped out He aint punching in no clock he on the block but he had clocked out Nigga say he want smoke, then i bring them glocks out My lil Potna down the road he locked up for a Opp shot I hear them at my door but ion answer they get knocked out Got them squares up out my circle if you ain't gang you getting cropped out I say black lives matter, but ion really fuck with people Smoke a wood all by myself and i get higher then a eagle And this glock like a F.N but it shoot like a desert Eagle I need a shovel for this pain cause this shit get way deeper Trying to be the first young Nigga out the projects 9th grade skipping i wasn't doing nun of my projects I was busy in the yo I wasn't thinking about no college Learned how to get some money my Og gave me some Knowledge Ian got another plan but thats on god Im gone buy the A.p Im gone rock out with plan A cause ian got no plan B I know damn well I ain't pull out i make her eat a Plan B Im trying to rock the whole nation like Im signed to Jay-z Im tryna rock the whole nation cant name a place i cant go Shawty showed me love fucked around and made me hate hoes Im gone rock out wit plan a cause plan b aint got no bankroll They say beware of danger keep yo fire and stay in safe mode I was right and you left so why the hell you leave me Hoe stop all that begging when you cant even really please me Like we two pair of legs shawty know damn well she need me Hoe want her a birking bag the glock aint no damn B.B She say she love me i say its vice versa i might buy her some V.V We turnt in the vibe we aint watch no damn T.V Ill cut my toes if i ever ran from a nigga and thats on god I used to strike and rob for all of my money don't do no fraud I say black lives matter, but ion really fuck with people Smoke a wood all by myself and i get higher then a eagle And this glock like a F.N but it shoot like a desert Eagle I need a shovel for this pain cause this shit get way deeper Trying to be the first young Nigga out the projects 9th grade skipping i wasn't doing nun of my projects I was busy in the yo I wasn't thinking about no college Learned how to get some money my Og gave me some Knowledge Ian got another plan but thats on god Im gone buy the A.p Im gone rock out with plan A cause ian got no plan B I know damn well I ain't pull out i make her eat a Plan B Im trying to rock the whole nation like Im signed to Jay-z

This is my inner struggle Fighting through the game with every hit they cue the thunder Feet don't fail me now Every step I take, I hear don't give up now Would you believe what I've been through Sometimes I wonder what I get into And so we always say, fuck a plan B Everyday we gon' go for plan A The mind plays tricks on a young artist Like why they going the furthest but I'm working the hardest Bombarded with comments by fans Like "you the man but how come you still live in an apartment?" Dirty carpet Regardless the mic's on Write songs to find my way through the darkness I promise you don't want to start shit Looking like I barely started but these rhymes ready for harvest Office job wasn't meant for me I'm meant to be on stage and the kids will scream Rip the beat Lyrics don't let me get to sleep I partner and forget what I did achieve History repeats itself And I'll repeat myself Until the day they fucking get it I committed to spittin' everything I've ever written It's worth a listen and sittin' And that's the reason I'm trippin' Not to mention I ain't never had a plan B Family I got to support, don't want them in the damn streets They're supportive cause they knowin' what I can be A lot of goals but it's feeling like I can't reach Can't speak on a lot of things I'm hoping that they all work out Until then I'm just chillin' with a pen Droppin' songs every week and look how it all turns out I was feeling burnt out Now I'm feeling like it's go time Give me the mic, boy, it's showtime I did it on my own, no cosign Cause other niggas, they got no rhymes They wanna battle, then it's war crimes I'll never be trapped in a box Nigga watch when it drops I'm-a get it on my own time Fuck plan B unless I came in a bitch Felt suicidal like I want a vein to be split Want to quit Couldn't tolerate the pain, it's a risk Wife gon' bitch cause I ain't made shit This the third job I done lost I want to sleep the pain off, I need a Tylenol PM I ran out of reasons for breathing I'm fucked up Can't let all the bullshit defeat him Yeah, I'm still writing in my notepad Holding on, damn, I ain't made no stacks My kid can't eat those raps I need a moment like Kodak If I had a time machine I'd go back Nigga just won't piece those on the [?] Girl think I'm out here fucking these whores I'm out here grinding Damn bitch, you ain't know that Plan A, fucking up the alphabet I'm-a make it to the world, Jarren up next I've done been through enough stress Dead broke, fucked up, and upset It's a must that I progress Tryin' to cope with the bullshit I blow sess The other day I was hopeless Now I'm 'bout to go hard 'til my soul rests Chasing my dream 'til I catch it Been running so long that a nigga near breathless Death to them haters, I put forth the effort I kill all the doubt, now you niggas respect us I'm 'bout to make billions flood out my wrists Go hard 'til we die, we gon' fuck up this bitch To you niggas that said I would never be shit: Look at us now, you can go suck a dick Head's spinnin' like a fan blade Give a fuck what I can or I can't say Cause my end game looking so bright That these people got to cover the microphone up with a damn lamp shade Get a band-aid Cause I'm hurting you Better learn not to take it personal Shit, I paid my dues Earned my stripes Back up before I murder you Not with a gun though Just with these flows that I bust, yo Better run home I'm a god damn monster Coming out when the sun's low Let me keep it one-hundo I've been out here grinding No cosign but I kept on climbing Did it on my own from text to freestyling Shows to merchandise, still I'm writin' 'Bout to get it all wrapped up Had enough of never having my cash up So I followed plan A, no backup Now I got the momentum of 20 mack trucks Going downhill And it's finally getting recognized and that feels So damn good Cause I never sold out Every step I just kept shit real And really what more can you ask Even if I'm not your musical preference You gotta respect that So just watch me as I live my dream Pull up a seat and relax Enjoy the show and watch me go 'Bout to give the whole game a smash

I got a hundred and sixty acres in the valley Got a hundred and sixty acres of the best Got an old stove there that'll cook three square And a bunk where I can lay me down to rest. Up at dawn to greet the sun I've forgotten what a care or worry means Head for home when day is done With my pocket money jinglin' in my jeans. I've got a hundred and sixty acres full of sunshine Got a hundred and sixty million stars above Got an old paint hoss, I'm the guy who's boss On the hundred and sixty acres that I love! Up at dawn to greet the sun I've forgotten what a care or worry means Head for home when day is done With my pocket money jinglin' in my jeans. I've got a hundred and sixty acres full of sunshine Got a hundred and sixty million stars above Got an old paint hoss, I'm the guy who's boss On the hundred and sixty acres that I love! Got an old paint hoss, I'm the guy who's boss On the hundred and sixty acres that I love!