Big Plans Lyrics

Somethings stirring up

I feel the demons in me

I feel the demons in me saying that they had enough

They can't handle me as stubborn as I have become

Now they're trapped inside a fucking mind that just won't let up

Couldn't tell you how long I been holding out

Couldn't tell you how long I been waiting now

Finish lines in the sight like it's 20/20

2022 Is all mine for the taking now

Best advice I ever got was from myself

That was never take advice

It won't help

Everybody's out to work for they damn selves

Heartfelt talks don't really fare-well (Farewell)

Cut the cancer out of my life, oh well

Y'all petty, you're stuck at 14, hell

It's kind of funny seeing posts

Like we can't tell you need someone to feel sorry for you, well I don't, oh

Take me back to the days on the damn couch

Couple 40's and the bags with the clear pouch

Rubber bands with the burner phone too loud

4am calls, working on the holdouts

Had to move from the basement to first level

Brought a piece of the garage where I first settled

They want to stop me like the sniper dots my freckles

But the music shit is in my bones and my blood vessels

Now my shit slap harder than your step dad

Too damn good is what they tell me, well I been that

Came up out the womb with a pen and notepad

Rap game repair man-man, man I'm All That

Still a lost soul tryna make the way back

This notebook won't even fit in to my back pack

Twelve years now on the mic it's just not bad

Never satisfied with the work so you won't last

God damn I got big plans

Thought I told you bitch, big plans

Uh, fuck up out the way, damn

Thought I told you, bitch, I got big plans

I got big plans

Thought I told you, big plans

Uh, fuck up out the way, damn

Thought I told you, bitch I got big plans

Your tracks about how high you are won't get you stacks

You don't have women on your dick if you pay them for that

Focused on these Honda Civic exhausts

Man you're just petty, facts and no, uh wait, aint no one got time for that

I'm still waiting on a little bit of competition

Just a little bit of friction or some opposition

My intuition tells me I'm being attacked

But it's not my fault that when you shoot at me you keep on fucking missing

Don't make me go back to the parking lot

That's the hoodie up the red bull and the mavericks

Waiting for a come up till I'm savage

Tryna find a spot to collapse so I could release all the baggage, fuck

I'm so out of pocket and loose

But you don't get on my level till you pay all the dues

Then you keep thinking "I'm special" while you miss all the cues

Always talking shit like you're fucking allergic to truth

(That's you)

Please lord, make 'em disappear

You need someone to do it, I'll gladly volunteer

Let me keep a little memento or some kind of souvenir

I think we could really get these motherfuckers out of here

Oh well

Yeah, calling me, that's a dial tone

Working every hour it's just hitting all the milestones

Always in the lab with this mother fucking microphone

You can't even find the fucking planet I've been living on

Remember them nights in the parking lot (I do)

That snowball mic, moms CRV a lot (It does)

Writing that shit just to laugh, now I'm in the shop

Tryna get money no I do not fuckin stop

Wait till I get it you won't see it coming

I promise you, you are not ready, incoming

Your work is not only bad it's unbecoming

You write like your girlfriend it just keeps on sucking

I know

God damn I got big plans

Thought I told you bitch, big plans

Uh, fuck up out the way, damn

Thought I told you, bitch, I got big plans

I got big plans

Thought I told you, big plans

Uh, fuck up out the way, damn

Thought I told you, bitch I got big plans