Lyrics The Plan - Conceptz

Extra P on the beat, you know I can't go wrong
Keep, keep movin' on
Ceptz bust raps like back in the old days
Rhymes with a message, time I just can't waste
In my thirties, still feel like i'm twenty
God had a plan, there's a reason he send me
To do damage, take over spots
This that ssssh you should bump on your block
Get in line, the product is coming
Running shoes on but no need to be running
Got a couple of songs, thinking they all sick
Walk in my own shoes, keep screaming forfeit
It ain't banging then my pen doesn't write
Imitate for the fame is what my pen doesn't like
Broke and living or rich and on top
I'm at the corner where the pistol go pop
Snitches get stitches for talking to cops
Big brother watching when you walking the blocks
It is what it is but this where I live
Everything baggy, nothing that fits
Kids causing trouble, ain't that what they all do
Movement is screaming:"yo nigga, it's on you"
Either it is Conceptz or god with the flow
If you didn't know by now then i'm lettin you know