Lyrics Plot Thickens - Lil Wyte

Surrounded by stoners, alcoholics, and pill poppas
A product of my environment still I built off her
Tha percentage rate of me doin any of this shit is
Slim 2 nun but i understand every motherfucking bit of it
Tha Name
W.Y.T.E. alone is in tha know
And i have children that will spread my knowledge long after i go
And if i dont get a chance to write wateva it is that im tryin to say
Tho prolly let it be clear 10 times in 20 different wayz
On ya road to success distruction will lie in ya path
Even a bite from a snake in tha grass can leave ya gaspin
High steppin round this muthafuka
Failure not an option
Cut they head off keep walkin
Dont look back jus finish talkin

I aint been thru everything, but i done seen alot
Freinds became bitches wit some hommies i forgot
If i can tell em n e thing then i prolly would not
I got betta shit to do like finish thickinin tha plot

"Repeat"

(V2)
And i got some stories that i cant put in rap form
An its for good reason
MPD tryin to crack a case on me for like for 24 seasons
They ain't never gonna catch me with my hands dirty
Killers on my payroll, they wont ever tell ya heard me
I gotta tight circle
No knots in my rope
I swear to god tha first one to lose focus gets a knife to throat
Im sic of bein a nice guy they bout to feel tha weopon
They dont understand that they only reason they still breathins cuz i let em
Boss Wyte believe in karma but im so close to satan
Fuck em with a dick
I got five racks to get em out my way
No im jus kiddin i got bigger plans for those

I gotta all access pass to hell n i will personally visit them hoes
To let em know

I aint been thru everything, but i done seen alot
Freinds became bitches wit some hommies i forgot

If i can tell em n e thing then i prolly would not
I got betta shit to do like finish thickinin tha plot
"Repeat"

(V3)
And you aint help me out then, then why tha fuck would ya start
Now
I had a tragedy happen to me u were no where to be found
I pick myself up off tha ground, started mobbin harder than b4
Im not tha type to look back i keep my head straight n go
No soul on tha planet could imagine my pain
I got scars in my memory bank that bleed on my brain
N i will neva forgive n e negativity brought my way i got shooters in tha bay
Thats been waitin on me to say
Get Em
Get em now but make watch they own death
Meanwhile i thickin tha plot, til i am on my las breath
An i aint been thru everything yet but for now i keep it movin
Stayin on my job stakin my bread
What tha fuck is YOU doin? Huh?