paroles de chanson Plan of Attack - Parris LaVon

Couple questions from new positions im blessed wit,
I been up for years, somebody tell me when next is?
I'm next but shit get tense, in these trenches,
When family members lyin or dyin what am I left with?
This bitch for me or she tryna know who my friend is?
Word around my ends she run it up gettin endless,
Still i wear my heart on my sleeve, is it defenseless?
Or meant to break and bend, im feeling tempted.

I learned to tuck in a knife in my boot to get thru detectors,
Heard a lame was talkin we'll jump a square like it's checkers,
Never one for flexing I got my Niggas investing,
So why promoters pay us to come and sit in they section?
Im fuckin wit his bitch and she send us similar texts,
Wouldnt i be a fool if really thought i was special,
We stay away from games these clowns carnivals set,
They cheerin hard for my set, we don't consider them gestures,
I know you making music we don't consider them records,
My time is coming i don't consider it pressure,
Was me and mama section 8 she got it however,
Now I'm giving this message for those in similar sections,
Criminals step wit me just if I send em a text,
We not pretendin to stress over hypothetical threats
From sittin in lectures, to photo shoots and directors,
I guess i figure worryin bout tests won't give me perspective but,
I'm jus a maryland baby end of the day,
Remember they'd say,
How i should be savin verses for sway,
I hoped and i prayed,
People who say they won't went away,
The joke is quittin yesterday means you won't win today,
I'm focused and aimed,
Only thing on my dome is the pain,
In cali where shit is sunny but im at home when it rains,
It's more of the same,
We cuttin ties, im open to blame,
Our moment became, all about me I know Im ashamed,
But stop wit the cap, me and you know it's harder than that,
Emotions and anger never agree with logic and fact,
How awkward is that, guess you can leave my heart where it's at,
Cause now we both doin shit that's gon make it hard to get back,
Out my 13 reasons i got 7 in fact,
But kids hit me they just happy i messaged em back,
And they saw me on stage and they feel seen and they can't forget that,
I never had to sign the deal cus they stamped that im that,
My family pack has got some baggage they handling straps,
Until i tap my only plan is a plan of attack,
A lotta mistakes alotta people wit eyes on my plate,
A pound of this weight make my eyes look like im from Kuwait,
My nigga nick be in NY and he live like a Weston,
If i pull it from the hip guess the flick is a western,
Home a lil different from love in the west and,
A young nigga tryna last so i gotta ask,

Couple questions from new positions im blessed wit,
I been up for years, somebody tell me when next is?
I'm next but shit get tense, in these trenches,
When family members lyin or dyin what am I left with?
This bitch for me or she tryna know who my friend is?
Word around my ends she run it up gettin endless,
Still i wear my heart on my sleeve, is it defenseless?
Or meant to break and bend, im feeling tempted.