[Verse 1: C-Mob]

I'm tryna make y'all believe in a man

With a devious plan, retrieving the grands

Leaving enemies in the sand, with ease and I a can

Just feed from the Queen of the Damned

But I'm bout feeding my fam

Gotta make it so we eat more than peas in a can

I can be a jackass like Viva La Bam

If you really wanna try to put your teeth in my hand

Givin y'all a reason to scram

Better get the hazmat suit, there's no immunity to my illness

I don't care if you feel this, but if anybody hate

Then I'mma hit that Kill Switch

I go get it you bums get no credit

Prepare for your cancellation

Workin' so hard that my hands are aching

And I have learned to withstand the hating

Cause I made a transformation; like Optimus Prime

I drop the sick rhymes, I got to get mine, no stopping this shine

And the people keep saying I'm bout to get signed

You cannot fathom what's off in this mind sometimes

It's like a tomb of depression

Where the demons are doomed to be wrestling

Angels so I'm usually stressing

Sick of gutter living, I'm driven to make a killing, but it gets a little difficult doin' it independent

I'm a super villain chillin' in a risky spot

And if the rap game ever gets me got

Then use my music as a 'forget-me-not'

'Til then I'm kicking back these whiskey shots

And the shit we plot's outta hand

Just me and the fam, and damn right we got a plan

[Hook x2: C-Mob]

I got a plan

To make a better living I'm driven I gotta get my paper

The doves might have to cry

Because I might go back to my old behavior

Behold I'm cold, I never sold my soul to get the cash in hand

And I never fold no matter the cards that I hold

I'm bold, I got a master plan

[Verse 2: JL B.Hood]

I don't have any options

Nigga gotta get the money whether or not it's legally

My dirty hands need a washing

Thought I was done but I'm comin back

Cause I gotta get it regardless

Shit get hard being a struggling artist

Spit, keep going, I know you one of the hardest

Sick, keep calm, I know you inheriting all this

Flip these poems, something gotta get farther

Return of the darkness, heart hella black involved with this crap

March right into war and I'm strapped

On contact I'm ready for combat

Nigga gotta eat, my stomach ready for that

I'm steady yelling I'm making a habit

Rather than making an automatic

To have dope coming in magic

Unaverage amounts, I imagine it in

And it got me in the lab with a pen, fond of a hem

But I really can't imagine havin a real friend

Do what it takes to make the wheel spin

No breaks, another mistake ain't set in

What will it take to get straight, with no faith in

On the brink of sinking off the deep end

In the street with heat tellin what I been dreamin

To the fiends that tweak, they still believe in me

It's humbling, but the past keep mumbling

Trash keep tumbling in, fast will I last

I'm wondering when in the past

Cause my ass keeps summoning sin for the cash

Looking for a better way to make a better living

I'm playing in the game, be killed or make a killing

I got a feelin you won't understand

No time to chill nigga, I got a plan

[Hook: x2]

I got a plan

To make a better living I'm driven I gotta get my paper

The doves might have to cry

Because I might go back to my old behavior

Behold I'm cold, I never sold my soul to get the cash in hand

And I never fold no matter the cards that I hold

I'm bold, I got a master plan

[Verse 3: Kung Fu Vampire]

Whether or not you got the wickedest plot

Just remember that people just sitting and waiting for your slot

Who woulda thought this have not woulda ended up on top

With a house full of crops like me

In search of the power of the hour of your motherfucking last breath

And everybody with you would wanna pass the test

I scream fuck the rest

You guessed it, invested in my career I believe in my art

You can see that it'll never be gone or fall apart

At ease in the east when I kill the priest

And receive every disease in my bleeding heart

When I read in the dark, and I'm leaving these marks

Put the seed in the car, receive and the park

Got no time to reflect cause my daughter needs her dad

I provide all the love that the world never had

You should break bad being barely broke

Too many people, populate the planet

And we're bringing up all the damage

And we thinking that we're living up it; far from equal

You never had the master plan, another feeding off the man

This working for a living, not giving a fuck about anybody

My shotty got a few names on it, could be some blood stains on it

Leaving your family its not as the honesty policy magically onto me

Nevermind the economy, never a wannabe

I'm living proof that economy sombering nomally

Humbly spoken, took a few years now I'm finally broken

Never had a need for the ego stroking

Sever all a my ties with the flees, cause I'm a G smoking

Stepping on the crabs in the bucket

I'm here to handle my business, that's why I say "fuck it"

[Hook: x2]

I got a plan

To make a better living I'm driven I gotta get my paper

The doves might have to cry

Because I might go back to my old behavior

Behold I'm cold, I never sold my soul to get the cash in hand

And I never fold no matter the cards that I hold

I'm bold, I got a master plan