C-Mob - I Got A Plan lyrics

[verse 1: C-Mob] I'm tryna make y'all believe in a man With a devious plan, retrieving the grands Leaving enemies in the sand, with ease and I a can Just feed from the Queen of the Damned But I'm bout feeding my fam Gotta make it so we eat more than peas in a can I can be a jacka** like Viva La Bam If you really wanna try to put your teeth in my hand Givin y'all a reason to scram Better get the hazmat suit, there's no immunity to my illness I don't care if you feel this, but if anybody hate Then I'mma hit that k** Switch I go get it you bums get no credit Prepare for your cancellation Workin' so hard that my hands are aching And I have learned to withstand the hating Cause I made a transformation; like Optimus Prime I drop the sick rhymes, I got to get mind, no stopping this shine And the people keep saying I'm bout to get signed You cannot fathom what's off in this mind sometimes It's like a tomb of depression Where the demons are doomed to be wrestling Angels so I'm usually stressing Sick of gutter living, I'm driven to make a k**ing, but it gets a little difficult doin' it independent I'm a super villain chillin' in a risky spot And if the rap game ever gets me got Then use my music as a 'forget-me-not' 'Til then I'm kicking back these whiskey shots And the sh** we plot's outta hand Just me and the fam, and damn right we got a plan [Hook: C-Mob]x2 I got a plan To make a better living I'm driven I gotta get my paper The doves might have to cry Because I might go back to my old behavior Behold I'm cold, i never sold my soul to get the cash in hand And I never fold no matter the cards in my hand I'm bold, I got a master plan [Verse 2: JL B.Hood] I don't have any options n***a gotta get the money whether or not it's legally My dirty hands need a washing Thought I was done but I'm comin back Cause I gotta get it regardless sh** get hard being a struggling artist Spit, keep going, I know you one of the hardest Sick, keep calm, I know you inheriting all this Flip these poems, something gotta get farther Return of the darkness, heart hella black involved with this crap March right into war and I'm strapped On contact I'm ready for combat n***a gotta eat, my stomach ready for that I'm steady yelling I'm making a habit Rather than making an automatic To have dope coming in magic Unaverage amounts, I imagine it in And it got me in the lab with a pen, fond of a hem But I really can't imagine havin a real friend Do what it takes to make the wheel spin No breaks, another mistake ain't set in What will it take to get straight, with no faith in On the brink of sinking off the deep in In the street with heat tellin what I been dreamin To the fiends that tweak, they still believe in me It's humbling, but the past keep mumbling Trash keep tumbling in, fast will I last I'm wondering when in the past Cause my a** keeps summoning sin for the cash Looking for a better way to make a better Living I'm playing in the game, be k**ed or make a k**ing I got a feelin you won't understand No time to chill n***a, I got a plan [Hook: x2] [Verse 3: Kung Fu Vampire] Whether or not you got the wickedest plot Just remember that people just sitting and waiting for your slot Who woulda thought that this have not woulda ended up on top With a house full of crops like me In search of the power of the hour of your motherf**ing last Pray that everyone but you but I pa** the test I scream f** the rest You guessed it, invested Dim my career I believe in my art You can see that it'll never be gone or fall apart At ease in the east when I k** the priest And receive every disease in my bleeding heart When I read in the dark, and I'm leaving these marks Put the seed in the car, receive and the park Got no time to reflect cause my daughter needs her dad I provide all the love that the world never had You should break bad being barely broke Too many people, populate the planet And we're bringing up all the damage And we thinking that we're living up it; far from equal You never had the master plan, another feeding off the man This working for a living, Not giving a f** about anybody My shotty got a few names on it, could be some blood stains on it Leaving your family its not as the honesty policy magically onto me Nevermind the economy, never a wannabe I'm living proof that economy sombering nomally Humbly spoken, took a few years now I'm finally broken Never had a need for the ego stroking Sever all a my ties with the flees, cause I'm a G smoking Stepping on the crabs in the bucket I'm here to handle business, that's why I say "f** it" [Hook:]