| Uh, we Puerto Roc wit bandanas and bad grammar
 | 
| Bad manners, pack daggers, we like to thrash hammers
 | 
| Display raw, we ain’t gotta pay straw
 | 
| We ain’t gotta play hockey just to faceoff
 | 
| We ain’t gotta play Rocky just to break jaws
 | 
| Lotta niggas claim they Gotti but they ain’t Mob
 | 
| Train hard in the battlefield black mask or the shield
 | 
| Niggas think their flash or steel will get you mass appeal
 | 
| Suckaz need bodyguards and that’s the real
 | 
| So we in tuned me and Army we rep familia
 | 
| Niggas out to get signed I trash your deal
 | 
| Your Record Label suck dick that’s stamped and sealed
 | 
| You closet fans got shit you can’t reveal
 | 
| I’m in the trenches, play the post, playing pass the pill
 | 
| I throw bows, throw flows, I can’t just chill
 | 
| I need change in the game I rap, I steal
 | 
| (Chorus) Planetary 2x
 | 
| We live, we living, we living the life
 | 
| It’s our time, we shine, cuz the timing is right
 | 
| My mic, my niggas get it popping tonight
 | 
| You see QD, dawg we riding for life
 | 
| Yo, you can catch Planetary wit the north face
 | 
| Court case thrown out, make a nigga boss pace
 | 
| Celebrate henny fifth, laced out penny shit
 | 
| Lawyer on some petty skeed up, too heavy shit
 | 
| Monopoly money, I’d rather play wit property money
 | 
| Instead of the FEDS, it’s always gon' be watching me money
 | 
| I’m too popular dunny, you on the chopper wit bunnies
 | 
| I’m in the custom made Pharaoh Helicopter wit dummies
 | 
| Counting moola’s, surrounded by a thousand computers
 | 
| My PayPal is laced now, cuz I’m the sound of the future
 | 
| I put it down in Medusa; | 
| you can crown me the ruler
 | 
| The bass quake, now I’m waiting for the ground to maneuver
 | 
| I put it down wit some shooters; | 
| they don’t allow me to shoot up
 | 
| They don’t let me Joe Pesci cuz I poly the movers
 | 
| To the top of the game looking down on the lames
 | 
| It’s QD in this bitch, Doap popping them thangs
 | 
| (Chorus) Planetary 2x |