Wit A Plan

If you wanna beat the streets, you gotta come up wit a plan

Everybody crashin' out, just so they can be the man

You won't ever see me runnin', on ten toes ima stand

Brand new glock filled up wit hallows when I'm riding through the land

They took my brother from me, all a nigga did was cry

I ain't even gon lie, I ain't wit da actin' tough

Pablo died it hurt my gut, and turned a nigga real rough

Now I'm smokin' on this stuff, that'll make ya lungs choke

Cruise Control wit the P's, ain't gon hang me wit a rope

Make my money from the trees, I ain't fuckin' wit the coke