Letra de Part Of The Plan Pt. 2 - Lil Tjay

(Feat. G Herbo)

(Pipe that shit up TNT)

(Taj Money)

(Dmac on the fuckin' track)

If ain't rapped, would've sold my soul to the trap

If ain't rapped I'd be spinning opps block with a MAC

Drillin', I ain't buying no jewelry

Warfare, hundred racks

I was really HAM, then he upped an M, lettin' it splat

And I'm living all facts

Three foreigners, all black

They act like I run the rec

Give 'em that, that's all bad

I got niggas doing real sentences, like all caps

Don't make sense, we still movin' militant, we all strapped

With no way to cope with mental illnesses we all snapped

How we still get rich and having businesses? We all adapt

G Herbo, my vision clear

Problems, I make disappear

Watch them all count me out

Stupid, this my biggest year

And I'm getting older

Heart getting colder

Tinted whip, rollin'

Win by my lonely

Drip on my shoulders

Wait like a boulder

Fuck pressure I'm holding

Built like a soldier

Young nigga ballin', they hatin' on me, I'm just winnin', don't understand

Regular shit, they can't be me, my pockets bussin', I know I'm the man

I wanted my hood in my hand

I did what I did, I was servin', the prodigy man

Fuck it, did time in the can

Not part of the plan, but that's just what it comes with it, damn

Ain't no bad person, but know, I'ma do what I can

To feed my fans, help my mans, overall get to the bands

Certain things I've done, won't nobody understand

Like, damn, I ain't showing my hand

I was running through them trenches, running through them trenches tryna get rich

Remember running from a sentence, hoppin' over fences, now I can't slip

They was sucking my dick, bro told me, "Fuck it, don't trip"

They was sucking my dick, made it, a young nigga lit

Roll a three-five in the spliff, high as a bitch

Who wanna die in this bitch?

Dare someone try in this bitch

Bro got the Draco and might fire on some shit

Never gon' lie, I'ma stick

That's on some real nigga shit

I kept it real from a jit

I know that boy, he a bitch, never really on shit

Free bro Raf, he knocked for a body

He told me he never ever gon' switch

I know some niggas that try throwin' everything, they told me they never ever gon' snitch

I got some memories stuck in my head I know will never ever forget

Swear I will never tell 'em boys shit

Nah, I ain't never leaving my clique, nah

Who? (Bro died)

I never thought it'd be you (Oh, why?)

Know I had to got into (Nahh)

And I don't know what to do (Nah, nah, nah)

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