paroles de chanson Schemes (feat. Avenue Major) - Avenue Major , B-Jay Banks

God willing with the same grind, 2 years and I'm out of this bitch
But in between I'ma show you niggas how to get rich
This ain't no Mona Scott, vh1 reality shit
You want to hear my story? well how much time do we get?
It's been a long time coming nigga I feel like an OT
I feel like you live under a rock if you don't know B (Shit)
I been a cold G
In the whip, 4 deep
Pull up on him, slow creep (Hit) leave low-key
Bitch I got a scheme, I been plotting on a move
All you got to do is listen, everything will go smooth
Got to really pay attention, keep in mind of the rules
If I choose, I could have a picture of you on the news
You say you getting money, well I might get amused
You think it's sweet, that's where you niggas got it confused
I been around, been on my jug, straight out the mud
From the city where the lil niggas bust, shoot up the club like

Stamps on the passport, that's the whole plan
Money in the bank, I could let you hold bands
I'm coming up with a scheme my nigga
Real city nigga, middle finger to the law
If they gone hate, let 'em do it, fuck 'em all
I'm coming up with a scheme my nigga
(Yeah, Yeah)

I got a blueprint for that bag, with this madness I got a method
Connected in my section, professional with finessing
My enemies pray for rain, hold that thunder with much discretion
No safety with my protection, In traffic where cash collected
Embodiment of a legend, no stalling with my progression
Prophesying my profit, tell God to send me a blessing
Hit B-Jay, we on the way, catching plays in every direction
When that work touchdown, watch me go for the interception
Hustle with an obsession, out the mud to the concrete
Solidify my position with a plan for us to all eat
Capital to Wall street, same goal, nothing change
Survival of the fittest, ain't no scrimmage with these hunger games
My ways gone catch an early break from what my mother claim
Cash change the faces, track phone come in another name
Devil on my shoulder steady scheming, every season
Year round, making rhymes, won't let up 'til we succeeded nigga

Stamps on the passport, that's the whole plan
Money in the bank, I could let you hold bands
I'm coming up with a scheme my nigga
Real city nigga, middle finger to the law
If they gone hate, let 'em do it, fuck 'em all
I'm coming up with a scheme my nigga
(Yeah, Yeah)