Off the Land lyrics

[Intro]
(Wheezy Beats)

[Chorus]
The man with the plan, I ain't playin', I'm 'bout business
Lil' Kodak had to get it off the land, I'm talkin' Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floatin' on a Xan, I swear to God, it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eatin' Lilly-Dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail, you n*ggas'll never come and visit
You think she breast feedin' me, how I'm suckin' on her titties

[Verse 1]
I'm paintin' pictures, everything I say you see it vivid
Lil' Kodak makin' movies, I have you feelin' like you in it
I don't make no bubblegum-music, I spit that real sh*t
You don't live this life, when you hear my songs, you'll feel like you lived it
I ain't got no lady 'cause these b*tches never like to listen
Gettin' bread every day, I graduated from biscuits
I don't do karate, so why lil' shawty wanna kick it?
The Audi got four rings, it think a n*gga in the Olympics
I be money-launderin'
I got zero tolerance
When I get home I gotta hit (Baby)
You better be in your lingerie (Baby)
[Chorus]
The man with the plan, I ain't playin', I'm 'bout business
Lil' Kodak had to get it off the land, I'm talkin' Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floatin' on a Xan, I swear to God, it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eatin' Lilly-Dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail, you n*ggas'll never come and visit
You think she breast feedin' me, how I'm suckin' on her titties

[Verse 2]
Talkin' Disney, but I had to get it off the land
When you see me, I'm booted up, ain't talkin' Timberland
No not Boyardee but free my n*ggas in the can
How can you even sleepin' knowin' that you ratted on your man?
Like a newborn baby, how I'm suckin' on her breast
I got two fingers up her dress and she already wet
I'm calculatin' every move, this sh*t like playin' chess
AR-15 with the scope just like I'm Ron Artest
All you b*tches, you can't touch this like I'm MC Hammer
Where were you when I was cuttin' dope with Arm & Hammer?
When I was jumpin' in them houses like I'm f*ckin' Santa
They send me to the slammer, you won't even send a letter

[Chorus]
The man with the plan, I ain't playin', I'm 'bout business
Lil' Kodak had to get it off the land, I'm talkin' Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floatin' on a Xan, I swear to God, it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eatin' Lilly-Dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail, you n*ggas'll never come and visit
You think she breast feedin' me, how I'm suckin' on her titties