The Guy That Plans It

Lyrics for The Guy That Plans It

It's powerful shit right there My n*gga I rather be revered than feared Surveillance tapes gets shown, a shot, shell slid under his bed Beef was weird, everybody standing right there His Nana looked, lost her balance and yelled to the queer By the end of eleven rounds got aired, me and my n*gga got pound happy This is just a statement so here Prince under the tents laughing, he room, born took his phone, Elmo took off Right then it was on, yeah we ain't care, drag him by the side of the stairs Took his cross, slapped out three his veneers He had a watch on, that shit was Pierre's He died in '89 from an overdose, he jumped off the tier Mindy from Wendy's was there Tears in his face, why y'all do 'em? Yo you know that I know him bro You got the wrong n*gga, be clear Now it gon' be a big war Pig broke his jaw, Rae here How much he had on him? 250 on him, Blicky on him, L, some sticky on him Some Fenty glasses on his ear He should've ran Frontin' next to Blunt and Blanch Stuntin' like he's something Now he cancelled