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Planned
Hip-Hop/Rap
Planned was released on June 25, 2021 by Count The Money Ent. as a part of the album My Perspective
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Release DateJune 25, 2021
LabelCount The Money Ent.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamorri Dangerfield
Jamorri Dangerfield
Songwriter

Lyrics

Self cultivated luh ****
This shit here was planned
Oh how I remember
(It was)
2018
First time in the yo
In Fort Worth
Goin hard
Spittin bars all September
(I was on it)
As usual
chasin the shit
That I love
Keep it real wit these hoes
Got no heart
A cold killa
(Unstoppable)
Observing these beats
No commotion no beef
I Stay to myself
Enjoy countin dis scrilla
(Dem hunnids)
Swear they real
Til I show em realer
Big body
But my heart bigger
Audemar damn I need mo figures
Move my mama
Prayin more scriptures
Im on my shit
I need more tissue
Underdawg turnt to a issue
Try ya luck
You gotcha dawgs witcha
Big dawg
One man militia
Feel like baby
See the bigger picture
Closes ones
Man it be ya ****
Talkin down on ya
Be ya girl witness
Workin way to hard
Won't let a **** blemish
(Tell em)
This road that I paved
Man I'm on the way
(The motive)
Cuz I'm stampin my name
And I'm here to stay
(Other words)
This shit here was planned
Methodical reasoning
Come out the mud
But no Kevin Gates
(Unbending)
Self cultivated luh ****
Dis shit here was planned
Oh how I remember
(It was)
2018
First time in the yo
In Fort Worth
Goin hard
Spittin bars all September
(I was on it)
As usual
Chasin the shit
That I love
Keep it real wit these hoes
Got no heart
A cold killa
(Unstoppable)
Observing these beats
No commotion no beef
I Stay to myself
Enjoy countin dis scrilla
(Dem hunnids)
2 Years Down
Workin in my zone
New beginnings
Had switch up phones
Wasn't present
So I'm gifted
All alone
When they kno u got it
Then you Neva wrong
Ctm the future
Past wat made me strong
If ya family Eatin
Man Wat more ya want
Money piling
Till these bitches
Hit the flo
You Not with the guys
Murder wat she wrote
I'm so tied of these ****
And fake shit
Got plans to be rich
Wit the same clique
Roll one up
It's my lane fuck the game shit
5 Years of relations
The same bitch
Love doctor like will
And I ain't hitched
New money old me
The vow I took came wit
(What's that?)
Trust from my brothas
The planned keep it covered
And ball on these ****
Cal Cambridge
(Like mike)
That money can't heal
But it change shit
(Way of life)
Take care mine
I'm still here who I came wit
(From the start)
Give the game to my brothers
At the x you discover
Don't play how I'm stationed
And can't switch
(Feed the fam)
Competition I vanquish
They anguish
Before I stepped in was untaught
Now I'm dangerous
(Highly volatile)
My ways been forgiven
My heart been submitted
I'm stealin the crown
Livin heinous
(Wicked)
Self cultivated luh ****
Dis shit here was planned
Oh how I remember
(It was)
2018
First time in the yo
In Fort Worth
Goin hard
Spittin bars all September
(I was on it)
As usual
Chasin the shit
That I love
Keep it real wit these hoes
Got no heart
A cold killa
(Unstoppable)
Observing these beats
No commotion no beef
I Stay to myself
Enjoy countin dis scrilla
(Dem hunnids)
Written by: Jamorri Dangerfield
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