The Plan Quelle Chris & Chris Keys (Ft. Denmark Vessey)

[Verse 1: Denmark Vessey]
I'm from the land of the animal hide, no Sudan
FOI, old ties, slim food propaganda
Taylor suit gator boot Tropicana and syrac now they
Paying Pac and in the hand rocking go blam blam
Graffiti can bombings, bambata bram boom bap
Rhyming like my hype man Paoti plant something
Tripping, my pen got a cocaine addiction
And if you catching what I'm dripping
Your bucket list is finished, dig it?
The butter grinch with the brain on the drugs
Hit niggas with the same old shrug
Can't do nothing with it so you diss and hope your name blow up
'Cause they quit talking about you like J-Lo butt
Bit the style but the fang chewing what
Nigga say something dumb
And I’m dumb to kick the cake hole shut (now)
Chill G, you ain't taking shit from me
Plus I'm done with it sonny, you can have it, get money (you see how that brotha talk?)

[Hook: Denmark Vessey]
Yeah yeah, I'm fucking with your plans
Rubber bands, fuck an Uncle Sam
Birdman baby, rub your hands, brother man
Now understand, some won't understand
The hate might come late, so you fuck them in advance
It's in the stars, walking up my plans