When the moon has risen That's when I leave my prison And get back to my work When the day is over That's when I try to show her But she just goes beserk
[John Legend - Chorus] I got the World in my hands, the master plan But I don't know why I keep calling Why I keep all of these girls at my shows They
kill one another Sellin' dope to poison each other The plan of the man, word to the mother But I'm a sucker cos I fell into their plan 187, I killed
to my hunnies Leavin' tha club and I'm off that henney baby Hope a nigga understand that a nigga got a plan And I really gotta see this lady Charter plane
say is thank God for my mother Cause without my mommy dear my life would've been joke Either locked up playin' dead and still slangin' dope but nope The lord he had a plan
Got them la'd up got you comin out of your vault With no plans of giving back live in serious debt. Your lady fucking other niggaz you a fool for her
my brain up with Dany and drink away the pain Tommy Hil was my nigga and other's couldn't figure How me and Hilfiger used to move through with vigor Had to sit and plan
before Yo this the Ghost right here my nigga Damn I missed my nigga call, check my messages Yeah this P To erase this message press seven, to save it press nine
rocks Hyah! Attention to all you punk motherfuckers out there (Uh-huh uh-huh, check it out, check it out) Funky Noble Productions represent for the nine-four and nine
What happened to that other rapper Y'all used to fuck with? Man, we ain't fucking with that fake motherfucker MC Uh, whatever that motherfucker name
a hard time and coal in my spit, holmes Now I started rockin' shit that I wasn't with, holmes Made some niggas label me a bitch, holmes The only plan
told me to run it So I start with the shit plus I was born with the knowledge A young wise muhfucka get respect like a prophet Who can take the game plan
line on any fences If so to what extensive Any, should I go? 'Cause it's getting expensive Being on the other side of the courtroom on the defensive
She wouldn't a dime piece, she wouldn't a nine piece But bout a six or a seven but was real sweet But she was gangsta in other words thugged-out But
, that's go or should I stop? I'm not trying to get bagged by any narc cops What are you on dope or this is a joke? The other day you pull me over, searching
a brother man is dead See nine out of ten are black on black crimes Four out of nine were killed before their prime The other five wanted vengeance
We started to put songs together like, what? Traveled the world, came back to the crib and hit the motherland Yeah, this year we put in work and got some other plans
