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(Are
you
famous?)
Yeah
Right
Last
time
I
checked
I
was
the
man
on
the
beats
Not
the
man
in
streets,
but
the
man
with
the
heat
Trip
to
Miami
must've
planned
it
for
weeks
Brought
the
team
to
the
beach
yeah
they
planning
for
me
Couple
weeks
with
Davey
down
the
street
in
Little
Hati
And
I
came
with
some
beats
and
a
plan
to
retreat
Working
so
hard
and
the
flight
was
so
long
that
first
couple
days
all
I
laid
was
my
feet
What's
the
plan
for
the
week
Really
ain't
no
plan,
but
the
plan
is
to
eat
I
just
left
brunch
had
to
hand
them
my
key
Had
to
talk
to
God
like,
"I
know
what
they
think
what's
the
standard
for
me?"
What
you
planning
for
me
Cause
I
can
barely
handle
what
he
handed
to
me
Like
what
if
I
can't
handle
the
demand
that
he
seek
Like
would
he
take
it
back,
or
understand
that's
its
me
Help
me
stand
and
believe
Now
I'm
branding
the
tee
Town
going
dummy,
everything
looking
sunny,
I'm
just
sanding
the
beach
Expanding
the
reach
Deets
ironed
out
like
the
pants
with
the
pleats
All
white
ones
got
the
whole
feet
bleached
Ten
toes
down,
and
I
pray
I
don't
crease
In
it
for
the
town,
and
I
pray
we
gone
feast
We
got
it
right
now,
and
I
pray
it
don't
leave
But
what's
the
plan
for
the
weak
(What's
the
plan
for
the
week?
What's
the
plan
for
the
weak?)
Hell
if
I
know
It's
sad
to
admit
that
I
really
might
not
know
(AYE)
gotta
lead
how
I
follow
Got
a
little
money
but
my
reverend
not
Rollo
People
don't
believe
in
tomorrow
You
can
feel
the
need
in
the
sorrow
You
can
plant
a
seed
so
deep
where
the
root
grow
trees,
and
the
fruit
from
the
root
plant
Seeds
Kind
of
fruit
where
the
proof
don't
leave
Gotta
move
where
the
truth
g'on
lead,
yeah
Take
it
how
you
want
it
we
can
lie
and
do
nothing,
we
can
try
and
run
from
it,
but
the
Truth
g'on
free
Yeah
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