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ar paisley - plan a كلمات أغنية

[verse]
it’s been four years straight, i was trapping, making them coke flips
smoke piff, talking ’bout money but i was broke, sh_t
mostly i hung in the corner, sh_t, i was posted
but keep pushing and push me back to my old sh_t
it used to be civic’s and camry’s
when i would go to grandma’s house to hide the dope in the pantry
broke boys crying over b_tches they can’t keep
while me, i’m just f_cking ’em and feeding ’em plan b’s
this my plan a, never needed no plan b
tunnel vision of d_mn dreams, this sh_t that you can’t see
i’m shooting for my target like vanvleet
but get inside my way, turn to the calgary stampede
my homie in the bin, i just dropped him some canteen
i’m wirеd off the cookies and caffeinе
he facing ’bout four or five years, sh_t just feels like a bad dream
it’s crazy, we was chilling out last week
my cousin told me, “f_ck all of the numbers
streets are fiending that real rap
paisley, time to bring all that real back”
so f_ck it, let me get into my bag and start spitting this real crack
i know my day ones are gon’ feel that
’cause i put the art in artillery until they started feeling me
talk about the real so when i’m gone, they gon’ remember me
paisley gon’ echo in societies for centuries
this that fourth quarter clutch energy
sh_t, i’m like kobe in ’09 without any cosign
we made it through broke times while selling these coke lines
now i just spit bars, i’ll give you my whole prime
my unreleased songs, sh_t looks like a goldmine
i stay reckless, exposing you fake flexers
knocking over p_wns while they think that they playing checkers
i got jordan 4, forces elite, i ain’t wearing skechers
i just do me while the rest of them play catch_up
i just count bread, eat good and i stay home
and if i step out then i drive to the payphone
i talk business for minutes then case closed
and i jump inside the cullinan back on my way home
we dripping in leather suits whenever we stepping through
silk shirts that’s matching the leather boots
i write about my life, whatever i said is true
and if we talking ’bout plugs, just know that i met a few

- ar paisley

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