[Talking]
Yea...
Me and my n***a Rimpau
Was on the way to the studio...
And cuz had that ummm that Wiz and Curren$y mixtape in the tape deck
The Cd changer... and I heard this beat I'm like "What the f**!"
Yahp!
Ya know, only thought it's right for my 58,000th leak
sh** hear we go
[Verse]
7 days a week, 7 different freaks
But I got tired of f**ing hoes so I just smoke and count my cheese
Watching Godfather, leather couches, flat screens
I say I'm on this marathon, she ask me “what does that mean?”
Ain't no puff and pa** please, roll your own I do the same
Girl, get on that Marlon Brando and stop tryin' to pick my brain
Yo boyfriend is a lame thats why you're not used to this game
And if you looking for me, I'll be first cla** on a plane
Ixnay my landing gear cause I don't need no runway
My final destination is some clouds and a oneway
f**ing with them streets, ain't no stranger to this gun play
But I now I eat these beats and I don't ever take a lunch break
Back to back swisha sweets, never grown no sober sh**
Post traumatic stress, I feel like thats what Im coping with
So I smoke the best, impossible not to notice this
30 thousand feet up, I cross the atlantic ocean with a pack of Swisha's rolled
And if my time ain't even over yet
I'm tryin' to live my life so when it's over I got no regrets
Keys to success, multiply what you approach it with
Got to roll a dice but the first time that you can go legit
Seize the opportunity, believe and take control of it
Then get on your marathon and grind it till it's over with
Napa Valley Dolce, my cup runneth over with
My trunk is in my roof eh, you know who you rollin' with
Hussle!
I know a place we can go
Where you can be yourself
You ain't gotta worry
And we ain't gotta rush, cause we not in no hurry
You can't be afraid to let go
You gotta let go of yourself
But you ain't gotta worry, cause this gon take some time
But we not in no hurry