Master Plan

My friends tell me I think too much, think too much
Of myself, that I’m selfish and I drink too much
I keep too much to myself and I sink too much into myself, but that’s how the
raps get tough
They say my raps be so good because I’m thinking ahead
My raps be so good because if I think it you’re dead
Ain’t no ratfinkin', I’m rapscattin' tobacco road blacking, backpack clappin',
round of applause for the kid
We was scrapping at Wendy’s, watching them fight after school
Between nuggets and fries, yeah we was acting a fool
Before they toted the tools, fists decided disputes
I’m reminiscing cuz my homeys dying and they played by the rules
So this diploma won’t save me I’m still hoping it will
I’m plotting on peace, maybe a couple of mills
I find solace in knowing I kill production at will
Feeling good feelin great, this the return of the real
Know you’re gonna take those Ls and fall behind
Gonna try your best, then break sometimes
And I know it hurts, but we’ll be fine
'Cuz the sun is still gon' shine
Is it the master plan or the master’s plan
I don’t know I’m legitimately asking man
Lately life seems to be dealing me those Cassius hands
And lord knows, my hands are looking cashless probably a little ashy
But my palms itching, psalms stitching tall tales in my mind that I can’t quite
shake
I got memories that I can’t quite face
If I’m not running the game, I might just set the pace
I’m Ivy Sole, no wax, all my blemishes bare
With my innocence in tact, I swear my vision was clear
I was surfing the internet wishing Venice was here
I was bouncing like checks, hoping them bitches would clear
And it was fear that kept me from using my voice like I should
And it was fear that kept me from mic that’s no good
In 2015, I took the Ls back to back
Had to break from the music now it’s back to that