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Plan A
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Plan A was released on March 7, 2025 by 91 North Records as a part of the album Unfinished Business - EP
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Release DateMarch 7, 2025
Label91 North Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
AR Paisley
AR Paisley
Vocals
Lazyeye
Lazyeye
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amarit Rehal
Amarit Rehal
Songwriter
Jason Rehal
Jason Rehal
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lazyeye
Lazyeye
Producer
Connor Salmoral
Connor Salmoral
Mastering Engineer
Jay Trak
Jay Trak
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

It's been four years straight, I was trapping, making them coke flips
Smoke piff, talking 'bout money but I was broke, shit
Mostly I hung in the corner, shit, I was posted
But keep pushing and push me back to my old shit
It used to be Civic's and Camry's
When I would go to grandma's house to hide the dope in the pantry
Broke boys crying over bitches they can't keep
While me, I'm just fucking 'em and feeding 'em Plan B's
This my plan A, never needed no plan B
Tunnel vision of damn dreams, this shit that you can't see
I'm shooting for my target like VanVleet
But get inside my way, turn to the Calgary Stampede
My homie in the bin, I just dropped him some canteen
I'm wired off the Cookies and caffeine
He facing 'bout four or five years, shit just feels like a bad dream
It's crazy, we was chilling out last week
My cousin told me, "Fuck all of the numbers
Streets are fiending that real rap
Paisley, time to bring all that real back"
So fuck it, let me get into my bag and start spitting this real crack
I know my day ones are gon' feel that
'Cause I put the art in artillery until they started feeling me
Talk about the real so when I'm gone, they gon' remember me
Paisley gon' echo in societies for centuries
This that fourth quarter clutch energy
Shit, I'm like Kobe in '09 without any cosign
We made it through broke times while selling these coke lines
Now I just spit bars, I'll give you my whole prime
My unreleased songs, shit looks like a goldmine
I stay reckless, exposing you fake flexers
Knocking over pawns while they think that they playing checkers
I got Jordan 4, Forces elite, I ain't wearing Skechers
I just do me while the rest of them play catch-up
I just count bread, eat good and I stay home
And if I step out then I drive to the payphone
I talk business for minutes then case closed
And I jump inside the Cullinan back on my way home
We dripping in leather suits whenever we stepping through
Silk shirts that's matching the leather boots
I write about my life, whatever I said is true
And if we talking 'bout plugs, just know that I met a few
Written by: Amarit Rehal, Jason Rehal
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