Lyrics Paper Plans - K-Trap

Everyday I got paper plans (course I do)
Tell me a day I ain't weighing grams
Turn 4 into 9, I'll be pissed if I break this hand
I've seen bro get a hammer and chisel
All just to break this slab
Two bricks of the am just stinking
It's kinda awks if I take this cab
Drop a half and a 9 to Misch
AB wants a thousand grams
Phone up the workers and round up cash
Step in the kitchen, box of the maj
Just looking like powdered yam

I just sent out a thousand texts
I might end up with a blocked sim
I was sitting on the dock, two hands on my lap
Yeah the Trident had me boxed-in
Tell me if you think you could sit in my seat
Hear 14-to-life and not sing (don't think you could)
Yeah I said 14-to-life and not sing

I see bro get his timepiece bussdown
Big face with a hella rocks in
I hear the sound [?] drop
Why you think that hella shots ring
If Chase pulls up in the S
Leathers all red, bet your bitch hops in
Yeah I bet that your bitch hops in