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Written by : Donnelly K Antoine

That leave a stale taste in your mouth
Left bewildered by plot lines
You can't seem to figure out
When old memories blurthe lines
Of the path that you

can handle it
Drill me deep, c'mon commit
Don't be shy, i'm with all that shit, all that shit
I don't really want no love
I just really want to fuck

Make,
Niggas Sceaming on the Low,
Trying a eat off my Plate,
Eyeing me Down,
Trying a fucking plot on my Wake,
Keep pushing me Dog,
See how will I Take,

slippin in a rest stop slug hitcha chest hop murdergram make it all stop turned on when the bodies drop no remorse I thought up the whole plot stay scheming

down to the filter
Like what can kill you a blessing
Sometimes I wonder
Sometimes I question
Sometimes I best it
But sometimes I can’t escape this deep

in a couple of years
She wants to have it all but this isn't 30 Rock, Jack Donaghy ain't gonna further the plot
So she rolls the calls, she hits

is all lies
With the Devil in disguise you think you walking with God
And really all that's waiting for you is three hots and a cot
Better get your

jealous of anybody who was made in the top
I got straight to the work and never prayed for a spot
I was changing the plot, I was slaving for guap
I was

When the flame burns deep over Proof turns sleuth to the master of owning
The apprentice is Groaning and your never a match for this wolf in sheeps

Offered a lot but speaking in terms of money ya ain't cough enough out
But yo hands in the pot cancerous thought 
Thinking you will get by with no

the plot is suspenseful
yal only care about my present,
not what I been through but I still let em know when
I jot with my pencil remember when I dream

and thought
Cooking up new things
Got it stewing in the broth 
Football and track, were the new clout chasing plot 
Until I realize that ain't me and I can't be

don't know the struggle tryna make it from a cave
Stuck inside a hole like you was trapped inside your grave
I was 3 deep in a 2 seater had to bake it out

the plot
Fiends and addicts we doing damage we the cream of the crop
Three bad bitches laying out tanning we not choosing we swap
Once I'm done they had they

Walking on the street by 6:30

Me and my niggas you know we all ready 

All my man on deck on a steady

Run up your ends when they flex and they

we gon' sneak 'em
Spitta said it first
But I got the game plan
Up by 20 in the 1st
Scorin' run is quite berserk
I'm the Salt of the Earth
See that

My dear friend Frankie called me on Saturday afternoon
He offered a dinner party for Saturday morning
The sort of thing you'd find in the sub plot

The way i build homes off of bricks look like I'm knee deep in masonry                                                                     Look up to God I

Knew I was him when I pushin crep protect on Air Force
And Christmas closes used to go all until 3 in the morn
I prayed for death my only fear in life

in 
we see you right through the camouflage 
we go from peasant to elegant 
I used to tweak off a rello sip 
I fell in deep had to plot my escape 
but

with you dead for nickle
I do this shit
Stop get some coffee and biscuits with killas
Ride around town we like three deep I be working the victims
We

out his vision wasn't spared
He was left blind and it lasted for three days
All the other dudes that's with him just took him and led the way
When they

and make some plots
Instead of laying here and watching cartoons
Can't find my license so i gotta leave soon
Life's goal make my momma world a metropolis