Plan A

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I was right

Maybe obey. Maybe don't sprite

Maybe don't hate on some shit you never knew about

All these mother-fuckers in the gutter took the sewer route

I'm tryina speak truth. I'm tryina get through

All the while still find time to get loose

All the while still tryina make my way to Idlewild

Green grass. Thick milfs smoking. Call em pot-o-files

I be fucking bars up. Especially when I'm charged up

Backseat blogging. Big body on the charger

Two tone rebel, like some level headed armor

Fucking up some destiny. Indebted to the karma

I can peddle backwards. I don't rock a fixed gear

I don't need to pump breaks. I just stay in sixth gear.

Yeah

Cold chilling. Winning. Some losses

If you never took an "L", then you'll never be a boss

Fuck plan B

We got plan A

And hell yeah I be going for it all day

They concede. We conceive. Let the band play

Only give it up for a seed or my death day

I'm tryina move dreams out. Tryina see the dream house

While they all gassed up we be in the greenhouse

Yeah

[Bridge:]

Cold chilling. Winning. Some losses

If you never took an "L", then you'll never be a boss

[Chorus x2:]

No plan B

We got a plan A

And hell yeah I be going for it all day

Hell yeah I be going for it all day

Hell yeah I be going for it all day

Fool proof mirrors. Lights so bright

That money look good and that song sound nice

And I don't see a reason over feinding for a fight

So I'm playing these cards. Hope I'm playing them right

Right, yeah

But no prob. with it. I just bob with it

Step out thankful. Hell yeah - I got a job in it

Like Black Rob, we oh'd just like woah

With a hand to the sky for shit we don't know

Cause we take our dreams, put them in 3D

Take them out that box. Put them in that street

Let them do that work. Let them all just breathe

Hell yeah I'll be on it, cause them two tones cheat

It's grey scales 'til flat line

'Til I start to like golf and rock derby's while I'm chilling on the back nine

Rocking a Jesus piece that's ironic

Reading Richard Dawkins, sipping tangere and tonic

Like a boss might. I set it off right

That two tone rebel never takes an off night

Paying dues for a minute. Get the cost right

Keep my shit cold. I ain't in it for the frostbite

I'm in it for the green grass. In it for the good times

In it for the plot twists. In it for the story lines

Yeah

[Bridge]

[Chorus x4]