246 Freestyle Lyrics

(Are you famous?)

Yeah

Right

Last time I checked I was the man on the beats

Not the man in streets, but the man with the heat

Trip to Miami must've planned it for weeks

Brought the team to the beach yeah they planning for me

Couple weeks with Davey down the street in Little Hati

And I came with some beats and a plan to retreat

Working so hard and the flight was so long that first couple days all I laid was my feet

What's the plan for the week

Really ain't no plan, but the plan is to eat

I just left brunch had to hand them my key

Had to talk to God like, "I know what they think what's the standard for me?"

What you planning for me

Cause I can barely handle what he handed to me

Like what if I can't handle the demand that he seek

Like would he take it back, or understand that's its me

Help me stand and believe

Now I'm branding the tee

Town going dummy, everything looking sunny, I'm just sanding the beach

Expanding the reach

Deets ironed out like the pants with the pleats

All white ones got the whole feet bleached

Ten toes down, and I pray I don't crease

In it for the town, and I pray we gone feast

We got it right now, and I pray it don't leave

But what's the plan for the weak

(What's the plan for the week? What's the plan for the weak?)

Hell if I know

It's sad to admit that I really might not know (AYE) gotta lead how I follow

Got a little money but my reverend not Rollo

People don't believe in tomorrow

You can feel the need in the sorrow

You can plant a seed so deep where the root grow trees, and the fruit from the root plant Seeds

Kind of fruit where the proof don't leave

Gotta move where the truth g'on lead, yeah

Take it how you want it we can lie and do nothing, we can try and run from it, but the Truth g'on free

Yeah