[Verse 1: Denmark Vessey]
I'm from the land of the animal hide, no Sudan
FOI, old ties, slim food propaganda
Taylor suit gator boot Tropicana and syrac now they
Paying Pac and in the hand rocking go blam blam
Graffiti can bombings, bambata bram boom bap
Rhyming like my hype man Paoti plant something
Tripping, my pen got a cocaine addiction
And if you catching what I'm dripping
Your bucket list is finished, dig it?
The butter grinch with the brain on the drugs
Hit n***as with the same old shrug
Can't do nothing with it so you diss and hope your name blow up
'Cause they quit talking about you like J-Lo butt
Bit the style but the fang chewing what
N***a say something dumb
And I’m dumb to kick the cake hole shut (now)
Chill G, you ain't taking shit from me
Plus I'm done with it sonny, you can have it, get money (you see how that brotha talk?)
[Hook: Denmark Vessey]
Yeah yeah, I'm fucking with your plans
Rubber bands, fuck an Uncle Sam
Birdman baby, rub your hands, brother man
Now understand, some won't understand
The hate might come late, so you fuck them in advance
It's in the stars, walking up my plans
[Verse 2: Quelle Chris]
Everywhere leads to somewhere else
Every change is the end and beginning of self
You knew yesterday, you know now
Never knew, then you learn how
Everywhere leads to somewhere else
Every change is the end and beginning itself
You knew yesterday, you know now
You never knew, better learn how
Got problems taking what I can't give
Can't ever give what I don't got
Never had a jumpshot
Always had a dope rhyme when it's showtime
You can take your time when it's your time
I mean goddamn, thin line between feeling and sound
Numb taste of her lips, silence shook the ground
I've been building this thought letter by letter
Lost G’s, lost I, lost you, lost seas
What's the use of a plan if you planning too late? (late)
Are you planning a fail? Are you planning to wait?
And I never take my own advice
So don't do drugs and don't think twice
I burn trails of rugs pacin', struck some lines in my mind
Erase them, start building again
Flow got a coke habit
Season pass to the petting zoo for white horses
And white rabbits, my n***a
[Hook: Denmark Vessey]
Red pill, blue pill, crush them in your hands
It's overwhelming, some won't understand
Some will think you dumb, and I say fuck them in advance
Just Birdman baby rub your hands, brother man
Yeah yeah, I’m fucking with your plans
As long as you've been fucking up my plans
Rubber bands, ay, and fuck an Uncle Sam
Birdman baby rub your hands
Birdman baby rub your hands
I’m fucking with your plans
In God we trust, I ain’t fucking with your mans
Rubber bands, fuck an Uncle Sam
Birdman baby rub your hands. brother man
Rub your hands, brother man, yeah