Gameplan (feat. Sage English)

This shit a cakewalk

Eleven ten bags in my hand when I skate off

Type of money have you sick if you knew what I made off

The referee is working in my favor cause he paid off

White with red trim felipe plate what I ate off

You don't need steak sauce this wagyu

Sorry but I had to, Nah I mean I had 2

Used to serve fast food

You aint got no excuse for how I came up and passed you

I got.. plays moving everyday I'm bussing chops

I got.. real credentials dog I'm good on every block

I got.. new socks in these leather berkin stocks

The only person at the top, I'm deserving of the spot

Designer monogram is covering my waistband

Overlooking Greece, my shorty never had a spray tan

Michael Jordan space jams

On my feet writing up this gameplan

I'm so passionate

Dream about the better things I like lavishness

And cash and shit

Mix my gummy sole vans with the fashion shit

Louie V hold up my jeans as I bag your bitch

P rolled a whole 8th into a J then put some hash in it

My anxiety made me pass on it

I was mobile with the trapping shit

Door to door, hit your line

I'm outside now come and grab your shit

What a life, another day, something light

Met her in another state, she just a plate she not a wife

Know something that I hate? Somebody who doesn't try

Then got the nerve to turn around and point fingers at other guys

Double time

I had to double the grind for me to shine

Put too many hours into these lines to not climb

Treat the metronome just like it's a lifeline

Only thing I hope is its somebodies guidelines