
Part Of The Plan Pt. 2 Lil Tjay (Ft. G Herbo)
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[Intro]
(Pipe that shit up TNT)
(Taj Money)
(Dmac on the fuckin' track)
[Verse 1: G Herbo]
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 wе still get rich and having businesses? Wе 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
(Pipe that shit up TNT)
(Taj Money)
(Dmac on the fuckin' track)
[Verse 1: G Herbo]
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 wе still get rich and having businesses? Wе 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
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