Plenty done like to hurry But plenty's got lots of plans Plenty's got lots of worries On his hands Plenty don't like to call nobody But plenty's got lots of friends Plenty's got lots of credit cards That he spends Chorus: If it's all you got the more You need the wannabe's Said you called the shots and All your ways are gold Seems the more you got the more You lose humanity Where's your sanity is it gone? Plenty sure Likes to count it y'all But plenty don't like to lend Plenty don't like No violence nah He pretends Plenty Ain't like romantic nah But plenty's got lots of friends But plenty ain't gone to miss You gone that just evident (Chorus) Violence makes the graves Get bigger so you say That which makes men cold And bitter you'll understand Some day (Chorus)