[Verse 1: T-3] This over an*lyzing gone be the demise of me Left brained n***a tryinna get to the right of it It's blocked off need to get through the writer's stint I'm going for the ma**es like a protein isolate Bars on the page had to force out the cage Then relocate to a place on display What you hear is a result of a pissed off perfectionist Who took a shot then he pissed off perfecting it I'm light skinned so why it's hard to lighten up Paranoid it's kind of hard to light the blunt They living lives of grunts, I'm just a temp at it Make sh** happen as opposed to attempting it First sign of the zodiac nine It's a blessing and a curse at the same damn time Too smart for our own damn good you surprised? My philosophies can only be displayed in my rhymes Otherwise Ill try to speak my mind Still I might throw you off, read right between the lines Yea, even then it's hard to understand, I freak myself out by staring in the mirror It's clear, the only true conspirator is there It ain't fam, close friends, or the people to you dear And even if it is there's no way you can defend Just set ya sail accordingly ya can't control the wind [Hook] If my mind wanna run I'mma take it to the track If I'm already him can't stick it to the man Beat so bu*ters it ain't stickin' to the pan Can't veer off course yo I'm stickin' to the plan Uh huh cause I'm the man with the man with the plan Cause I'm the man with the man with the plan I been thinking so long working so hard time for me to have it all
[Verse 2] I can do this all day, I can do this all night My screen a night light, only thing you can see is my face as an outsider peaking Cute enough and you could be an insider screaming Right after I'm done with the flow It's M.O.B. like don Corleone Hard to live up to that acronym cause baby wet behind the ears and I'm ready to swim And she want me to back stroke, soon as I'm done with her mac book Normally not an apple guy but right now a n***a feeling as hot as apple pie Before its on the window sill, take a shot to the head like a window k** Ain't seen mom in a grip and its not by will Its by my low bill, like my eyes concealed By the brim of a hat, I ain't making music Im bringing it back I ain't talking shoes cause I'm kickin' them facts And y'all just wanna hear about them Loius and j**elry and surely I can lie for all yall's amusement I live a certain life in which all bars congruent To it, know I don't belong like a tourist But won't be long before all the bullsh** is useless [Hook] [Outro] T-3 I'm the man with the man with the plan I'm the man with the man with the plan Thinking so long, working so hard Mind wanna run Already him Beat so bu*ter Can't veer off course can't veer off course nuh uhh Cause I'm the man with the man with the plizzo I'm the man with the man with the remote My Bugatti won't be a rental My boo's body won't be a pencil