"The Plan" lyrics

Damn, what the hell
Thought you were the shit, I couldn't tell
You just shitty, I could smell
Only think about yourself
Big world, you don't care 'bout no one else
When you was down, nobody there for the help
So you switched, invested in yourself
Then the money stopped returning
Plan turn [?]
Homie got drive, no permit
I thank God for the gift of the sermon
Certain calls, I knew I couldn't return it
[?], you gotta earn it
Now this shit is inhouse, got it furnished
Hot flow, a nigga, I had to burn it
You was fishy and I really couldn't confirm it
Kept the receipts, I gotta return it
Now I'm swervin'
Coulda seen the vision, it was urgent
But I didn't give up, I had me a purpose
Contract, writing in cursive, I turned it
To a profitable outcome
They like, "How come?"
Tell 'em to holla if it's about fun

Nigga, that's the plan
I just might snatch the bands
I just spent racks again
Like 20, I'm stacking 10
She said that's the plan
She said that's the plan
Nigga, that's the plan
I just might snatch the bands
I just spent racks again
She said that's the plan
Like 20, I'm stacking 10
She said that's the plan