Part of the Plan - cutemain & DRUMX

This a Burna production Niggas don't want no Niggas don't want no smoke Niggas don't want no beef Me and my brothers gon' ride Ooh now, yah, oh-yah How many niggas gon' slide? Ooh-ooh, ooh Yah, yah, yah Still a youngin', I ran up them bands Shit's not goin' exactly as planned See the diamonds up on me, they dance Walk around with that gun in my pants No, my niggas ain't throwin' no hands (no hands) He said he was with it, he sold me and ran Growin' up, I ain't know how to scam So juggin' and robbin' got me in a jam I got niggas locked up in the can With some niggas, they hitters, they fans (they fans) On my neck, that's a whole lot of grands I soon go to Cali', can't wait 'til I land On my mama, I want this shit bad (shit bad) So I'm in the studio, gotta go ham (gotta go ham) On my mama, I'm doin' the dash I went through that once, I can't do it again One, two, three, four, five, dead niggas up in the sky I be smokin' on deadies, y'all niggas ain't ready for pressure, we finna apply SB niggas never gon' lie Niggas want clout so I got move wise AP is dancin', I call it my prize (grrt) Boy, if you wouldn't, stop tuckin' your pride If you want it, I'm up in the nine (nine) Fuck all this fame shit, I'm bustin' for mine (mine) Tuckin' the trauma like nothing aside (nothing aside) I'm from a jungle, it's hard to survive What you jackin', you pickin' a side? (Pickin' a side) Bro said he lackin', I took him, a vibe (vibe) I'm pistol packin' to keep me alive (grrt) Heard nigga rattin', it fuck with my mind, damn How you my brother? You tellin' on niggas, I don't understand I done did hard time for the gang, I'll do it again I'm tryna focus on music so prison not part of the plan But nigga, I'm with it, don't ever forget it, ain't shakin' no hands Too many snakes, gotta keep it low Niggas gon' hate knowin' I'ma blow I'm out of state, always on the road Pick up the pace, you been movin' slow Call up my hitters, they ready to slide, just gotta say, "Go" Do it for Smelly, it's really a drive, forever my bro (brrt, brrt, brrt) Shit be too hot, I can't talk on the phone Someone gon' die, better leave it alone You said you with it, boy, fix up your tone My thottie come lie on it, they bad to the bone I fuck your thottie, I'm makin' her moan (makin' her moan) I had to sober up, get in my zone (get in my zone) 'Member I thought I would never come home (gang, gang, gang, gang) When I needed money, ain't ask for no loan I had to get that shit all on my own Ain't nobody care They tried to give me the time like I'm grown Wasn't nobody there Ain't tryna play fair You finna get done, I'm just stoppin' and starin' (starin') I travel, don't care (I travel, don't care) Why you droppin' the addy? You not really there (brrt, brrt, bat) How you my brother? You tellin' on niggas, I don't understand I done did hard time for the gang, I'll do it again I'm tryna focus on music so prison not part of the plan But nigga, I'm with it, don't ever forget it, ain't shakin' no hands How you my brother? You tellin' on niggas, I don't understand I done did hard time for the gang, I'll do it again I'm tryna focus on music so prison not part of the plan But nigga, I'm with it, don't ever forget it, ain't shakin' no hands Y'all niggas gon' say what y'all say We gon' pull up, broad day, ain't nobody tryna play Okay, 'cause you really wanna have it your way Gun play, we gon' still get your ass some way I won't let niggas fuck up my vibe Niggas really be fakin', disguise Music been on my mind since '09 Now it's 2021, I ain't wastin' no time Same nigga, ain't a damn thing change Programmed not to say no names I don't drink but I pop champagne It's for Smelly and E and the SB gang Fuckboy, you ain't takin' no chain Want clout, you ain't got no name .30 clip, let the whole thing bang We some young, wild niggas that just can't be tamed Red beam just to help my aim Big chop, swear the five gon' rain They gon' call me insane Brody died and I still never drop no names Y'all niggas ain't got no pain Funny shit, better watch your gang Who'd've ever thought he'd rock Balmains? Got a AP flooded, I ain't rockin' no chain Rap money, flip it like cocaine New expenses, I gotta maintain Niggas felt like I ain't had no brain 'Til got in the studio and everything changed Quick blow, I don't gotta explain I'm still tryna get used to this fame Pussy boy must've thought it's a game This life ain't for you, better stay in your lane How you my brother? You tellin' on niggas, I don't understand I done did hard time for the gang, I'll do it again I'm tryna focus on music so prison not part of the plan But nigga, I'm with it, don't ever forget it, ain't shakin' no hands How you my brother? You tellin' on niggas, I don't understand I done did hard time for the gang, I'll do it again I'm tryna focus on music so prison not part of the plan But nigga, I'm with it, don't ever forget it, ain't shakin' no hands

She was part of the Air Force, I was part of the band I always used to bust into her hand In my, my, my imagination I was living my best life, living with my parents Way before the paying penance and verbal propellants And my, my, my cancellations, hm, yeah And I fell in love with a boy, it was kinda lame I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine In my, my, my imagination So many cringes in the heroin binges I was coming off the hinges, living on the fringes Of my, my, my imagination, oh, yeah Enough about me now "You gotta talk about the people, baby" (But that's kind of the idea) At home, somewhere I don't like Eating stuff off of motorbikes Cumming to her lookalikes I can't get the language right Just tell me what's unladylike I know some "Vaccinista tote bag chic baristas" Sitting east on their communista keisters Writing about their ejaculations "I like my men like I like my coffee Full of soy milk and so sweet, it won't offend anybody" Whilst staining the pages of the nation, oh, yeah A Xanax and a Newport "Well, I take care of my kids," she said The worst inside of us begets That feeling on the internet It's like someone intended it (Like advertising cigarettes) A diamond in the rough begets The diamond with a scruff you get Am I ironically woke? The butt of my joke? Or am I just some post-coke, average, skinny bloke Calling his ego imagination? I've not picked up that in a thousand four hundred days And nine hours and sixteen minutes, babe It's kind of my daily iteration