Master Plan - Ivy Sole

My friends tell me I think too much, think too much

Of myself, that I’m selfish and I drink too much

I keep too much to myself and I sink too much into myself, but that’s how the

raps get tough

They say my raps be so good because I’m thinking ahead

My raps be so good because if I think it you’re dead

Ain’t no ratfinkin', I’m rapscattin' tobacco road blacking, backpack clappin',

round of applause for the kid

We was scrapping at Wendy’s, watching them fight after school

Between nuggets and fries, yeah we was acting a fool

Before they toted the tools, fists decided disputes

I’m reminiscing cuz my homeys dying and they played by the rules

So this diploma won’t save me I’m still hoping it will

I’m plotting on peace, maybe a couple of mills

I find solace in knowing I kill production at will

Feeling good feelin great, this the return of the real

Know you’re gonna take those Ls and fall behind

Gonna try your best, then break sometimes

And I know it hurts, but we’ll be fine

'Cuz the sun is still gon' shine

Is it the master plan or the master’s plan

I don’t know I’m legitimately asking man

Lately life seems to be dealing me those Cassius hands

And lord knows, my hands are looking cashless probably a little ashy

But my palms itching, psalms stitching tall tales in my mind that I can’t quite

shake

I got memories that I can’t quite face

If I’m not running the game, I might just set the pace

I’m Ivy Sole, no wax, all my blemishes bare

With my innocence in tact, I swear my vision was clear

I was surfing the internet wishing Venice was here

I was bouncing like checks, hoping them bitches would clear

And it was fear that kept me from using my voice like I should

And it was fear that kept me from mic that’s no good

In 2015, I took the Ls back to back

Had to break from the music now it’s back to that