Plans

I sit on my phone, listen
I sit on my phone, listen
I’m sitting at home wishing
That all of this shit would take off
But I ain’t the boss I’m feeling so lost
I’m thinking like maybe I’ll make up a dance
Maybe I’ll give all these niggas the hands
Maybe I’ll troll and I’ll beef til this album release and then get me a gram
nominee so
What is my plan?
I don’t understand
How am I focused on me when I see the tv
And they killing us dead on the streets
I don’t understand
My plan is to get all this money
My plan is rip all these shows
My plan is to turn nothing to something my nigga you know how it goes
I love it, I played the guitar and the bass
Rlease a couple of hits in ya fac
Hoping you love it
Hoping you telling yo mom and yo cousin
That my shit is great
Cus really I’m losing a part of myself
Every time my shit is left on the shelf
Every time I always think of myself
So I go donate, hoping It helps
Hoping it fills the void, cus them little boys
I’m working with don’t have shit
They never had shit
They grateful for a mattress
Not a black Benz so
What is the plan?
I don’t understand
How am I finding my purpose
When nothing is working
I’m feeling so worthless again
What is the plan?
Make me understand
How am I focused on me when I see the tv
And they killing us dead in the streets so
Put up yo hands, no
Put up ya fist
All of this shit politics
But it really is just common sense
Put up yo hands, no
Put up ya fist
All of this shit politics
But it really is just common sense