If I'm gonna get what I wanna get, gotta make some moves

Certain players play certain positions, gotta pick and choose

Proper preparation will prevent you from the word called lose

I still gotta think for the tools, but they turn to blues

No one's gonna put it in your face, gotta find a clue

Find a way to pray up in them minds, gotta see it through

Yeah, this shit get hard, **** so what I heard

**** get hard bout bitches with no butt

Know what's really hard, ****, no home, no bus

No car, no phone, no friends, no sluts

How the fuck you gonna pick yourself back up

Dick in the dirt, you gotta pick that sack up

This my, yeah this my master plan

I be, running up them bands

This my, yeah this my master plan

I be, I be, running up them bands

This my, this my, this my, this my, this my, this my master plan

I be, I be, I be, I be, I be running up them bands

This my, this my, this my, this my, this my, this my master plan

I be, I be, I be, I be, I be running up them bands

Yeah, okay I'm back on, everybody claimin' and I can't keep that cap on

I love watchin' pussy **** bleed I'm a tampon, I can never ever fall off with my trap on

In the field, pocket's too foul, who the flag on? I can put a bag on whoever they wanna brag on

Rather do that Santa thing and bring it back to your home, I be so excited when I get that call from your phone

And I love to network, let me meet bros, bro, I just wanna fuck everyone in this so so

Just survived another raid, they took all my medicinals, they said it was too much and this shit was divisible

But this my master plan, I be runnin' up them bands

This my, this my, this my, this my, this my, this my master plan

I be, I be, I be, I be, I be running up them bands

This my, this my, this my, this my, this my, this my master plan

I be, I be, I be, I be, I be running up them bands

Been on my grind for a minute, I don't know how I did it, pot smoke a real joker, rollin' in a Honda Civic

Decoded like Da Vinci, I can read the hieroglyphics, Kansas City Chiefs, all these kids are tryna kick it

Codeine got em leanin' like a kickstand when they walk, opiates they feedin', these kids can barely just talk

Doin' numbers, throwin' thumpers while they on the street tweakin', no jumper, a real hunter, a missile I'm heat seekin

Listen when I'm speakin' cause I'll never say it twice, kids always critiquin' but they never half as nice

Bunch of chumps doin' bumps just so they can keep the gas, leave em stumped when I jump on a beat and I spazz

Positive with the cash, Mitchell Ness with the cap, like logic with the flow but I'm not even half black

Spit to fast, run it back, burnin' rubber on a track, like a doggy off the leash, I'm never leavin' slack

This my, yeah this my master plan

I be, running up them bands

This my, yeah this my master plan

I be, I be, running up them bands

This my, this my, this my, this my, this my, this my master plan

I be, I be, I be, I be, I be running up them bands

This my, this my, this my, this my, this my, this my master plan

I be, I be, I be, I be, I be running up them bands