Follow The Plan
[Hook x2]
I'm just living my life, trying to stand what time is
Trying to flee out of this madness
[Verse 1]
Praise the most high
This the very day that life became a bitch as we fuck her with pleasure
The love of being true makes us real
But then being real ain't what really pay your bills
So I stand you fake niggas and haters
Trying to get a part of the cake, like birthday hitters
So deep how I stand the game, but Cam and Phife ain't really acting, damn
No movie scene, it's a reality
Be like 2Pac with his friends, don't get mad at me
I tried to be acceptable for everybody
But understood, that love be a fantasy
Don't push me to the edge
My way to act could shock the world as a result of never knowing my sympathy
Thoughts that be shared with double standards
My niggas always going to get the treatment that they demanded
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
This is the automatic music appreciation
I'll let you dance, but I'd rather see you sitting paying attention
I drop jewels, some like Martin Luther King
Mixed with a little Malcolm, it's my pretty little thing
It's like I carry the world with my two hands
Impossible to do, like world tours with two stamps
I'm standing in the middle of a riot
Iron, stronger than that, you wouldn't find it
That's me, living through these streets
Living with regrets, as my mama would be pleased
To see me in a better position, I came across shit like Christians
Life is a prison, I'd rather fly like a pigeon
Intuition, stronger than Spiderman
I demand respect, no other act was made
Follow the plan, you'll be a fan
Guess I was cursed, but never damned

[Hook]

[Outro x2]
It's for my niggas to dance and vibe on it
I rather be alive by now, than being dormant
Give me a chance, I'll make it right
Believe in your man
Fuck that, let's just follow the plan
[Hook]