Plug Music - HS87, Tish Hyman, Hit-Boy

Baby baby, don’t you worry

I’ll take care of you

I promise

Baby baby, don’t you worry

I’ll take care of you

I’ll take care of you

Been a plug feelin' like it’s just Columbia

Come around here make sure that your money up

Who the fuck gonna stop us nigga we on

Turn on a clown shit alone

I knew my shit was different, always had the knock

Since I was makin' music, at my momma’s spot

They tried to make me settle, I rebuke the devil

Nigga this is mothafuckin' Grammy level

I went from nowhere to stay, couldn’t afford them J’s

Went and put a Jordan corner in the crib to remind me of them days

Plaques on my wall just to fill the space, grind a hundred days

99 O’s, finally got a break

Gave myself a shot, fuck these other niggas

All they do is talk, this is where it stop

How could you tell me my niggas ain’t got it?

Time after time makin' hits like it’s nada

We are the plug ain’t no hit ain’t gon' stop it

And we got it look like we came with them letters

And we get inspired by writin' and rappin'

And smokin' that loud like it came with a choir

Not givin' a fuck, selfish with those

This for my niggas with goals

Bought a Blackberry just to write a rap

IPhone type too slow, I can’t write with that

Givin' niggas flows cause niggas act like hoes

And flip when they find out I’m real nice with raps

But the people fuckin' with me from the Bronx to Rialto City

My nigga that’s plenty

I need Oscars and Grammys and Emmys

And any other award given for winnin'

Man we tryin' to be in it

We the Plug

Too many niggas rappin' hood and never seen blocks

What you know 'bout makin' fades lettin' fiends cop

Givin' money to your homies in the pen off the green dot

Young niggas totin' guns never had slingshots

We the Plug, where the preamp

I drop 40 on your block, bitch I’m movin' like Durant

To tell you I’m the best like the Muhammed Ali rant

Untouchable music, y’all niggas better revamp

Price!

I love to fly

It’s just you own peace and quiet, nothing around you but clear blue skies…

And the only bad part about flying is having to come back down in the fucking

world

And the tracks to the ounce, everything got bounce

One click, one sound, we the plug in the drought

Got it for you when they out, niggas know they came out like

Who that?

Nigga, we that, I ain’t stoping until they bring TC back

All work, no play, no relax

Fuck a nigga mean?

You disrespect, I’mma need that nigga

I was all up in the black room, no clothes but I still roll with my niggas off

parole

Settin' goals at the same time, in the van tryin' to be the man like it ain’t

mine, same grind

You ever have to sleep inside the whip with your niggas so broke,

split chips with your niggas?

Get rich with your niggas, only stay up for late, loyalty is a master trait

We been 'bout it

'Bout it, 'bout it

I can’t fuck with no bitch ass nigga, hell nah

We don’t fuck with your bitch ass either (Weird ass niggas)

I want the world to know

We don’t fuck with no bitch ass niggas (I'm talkin' to you)

And I can’t fuck with your bitch ass neither

(Plug!)