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lens - pl4n($) lyrics

[chorus]
you can’t escape from the lens
i gotta glock locked on your head
if it pops off then your dead
i’ll take that debt right off your hands
you know i got the bands
i got racks on racks from j-pan
got that deal, make that fire
making millions, that’s my plan

[verse 1]
i take a life like a klondike
wanna get off? gotta get online
wanna get lost? gotta get offline
finna get popped, you don’t get off mine
looking for a drop, ain’t find it cause i got mine
got the cash, got the riches, and i’m part time
us looking like apartheid
it sad to say but it’s looking like it’s mars time
don’t get your panties in a wad
got my pennies in my pocket
ain’t no bank that could rock it
got a flow, you can’t stop it
gotta know where your glock is
don’t say no, you can’t stop it
lotta dough but no options
you say no, i say stop then, b-tch
(and remember)

[pre-chorus]
i got that flow, i got that hatred
running through my bones, not aimless
‘bout to focus, ‘bout to aim it
coming at you b-tches, shameless
can’t believe the quality of all the work that you put out
take a look at what it takes to make it safe, go find out

[verse 2]
bullets are flying like boeing
747s ain’t just for showing
nines in the pics, and your t–th all are golden
load up the clips, let’s see who gon show em
if you ain’t smoking, you i ain’t f-ck with
i’m in designer, no you can’t touch it
feeling so baked, just like a m-ffin
you got a project, all i got is success
more like, suck this
f-ck yeah, gold clip
no chains, full tilt
blood stained, no guilt
no pain, no bills
no gain, no hills
no train, snow rails
jk, just hail

[bridge]
got the addie’s in the bag
sprinkle ritalin on top
need the baddies coming back
gotta make that dough, won’t stop
i’m almost done, got this sh-t on lock
about to blow, you know i rock
with glocks in tow that just might pop
i’d back up ‘fore you face an opp

[chorus]
you can’t escape from the lens
i gotta glock locked on your head (ay)
if it pops off then your dead
i’ll take that debt right off your hands
you know i got the bands
i got racks on racks from j-pan
got that deal, make that fire
making millions, that’s my plan

- lens lyrics

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