(Are you famous?)
Yeah
Right
Last time I checked I was the man on the beats
Not the man in streets, but the man with the heat
Trip to Miami must've planned it for weeks
Brought the team to the beach yeah they planning for me
Couple weeks with Davey down the street in Little Hati
And I came with some beats and a plan to retreat
Working so hard and the flight was so long that first couple days all I laid was my feet
What's the plan for the week
Really ain't no plan, but the plan is to eat
I just left brunch had to hand them my key
Had to talk to God like, "I know what they think what's the standard for me?"
What you planning for me
Cause I can barely handle what he handed to me
Like what if I can't handle the demand that he seek
Like would he take it back, or understand that's its me
Help me stand and believe
Now I'm branding the tee
Town going dummy, everything looking sunny, I'm just sanding the beach
Expanding the reach
Deets ironed out like the pants with the pleats
All white ones got the whole feet bleached
Ten toes down, and I pray I don't crease
In it for the town, and I pray we gone feast
We got it right now, and I pray it don't leave
But what's the plan for the weak
(What's the plan for the week? What's the plan for the weak?)
Hell if I know
It's sad to admit that I really might not know (AYE) gotta lead how I follow
Got a little money but my reverend not Rollo
People don't believe in tomorrow
You can feel the need in the sorrow
You can plant a seed so deep where the root grow trees, and the fruit from the root plant Seeds
Kind of fruit where the proof don't leave
Gotta move where the truth g'on lead, yeah
Take it how you want it we can lie and do nothing, we can try and run from it, but the Truth g'on free
Yeah