This Plane

[Intro]

Yuh, me and my nigga Rimpau was on the way to the studio

And cuz had that, um, that Wiz and Curren$y mixtape in the tape deck, the CD changer

And I heard this beat I'm like, "What the fuck?"

Yahp!

Ya know, only thought it’s right for my 58,000th leak

Shit, hear we go

Like this, look

[Verse]

7 days a week, 7 different freaks

But I got tired of fuckin' hoes so I just smoke and count my cheese

Watchin' Godfather, leather couches, flat screens

I say I’m on this marathon, she ask me, “What does that mean?”

Ain't no puff and pass, please roll your own, I do the same

Girl, get on that Marlon Brando and stop tryna pick my brain

Yo boyfriend is a lame, that's why you're not used to this game

And if you lookin' for me, I'll be first class on a plane

Ixnay my landin' gear 'cause I don’t need no runway

My final destination is a cloud, it’s a one-way

Fuckin' with them streets, ain’t no stranger to this gunplay

But I now I eat these beats and I don't never take a lunch break

Back to back Swisher Sweets, never on no sober shit

Post-traumatic stress, I feel like that's what I'm copin’ with

So I smoke the best, impossible not to notice this

Thirty thousand feet up, I cross the Atlantic Ocean with a pack of Swishers rolled

And if my time ain't even over yet

I'm tryna live my life so when it's over I got no regrets

The 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 'til it's over with

Napa Valley Dolce, my cup runneth over with

My trunk is in my roof, ayy, you know who you rollin' with

Hussle

[Break]

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

[Outro]

Fifty-eight thousand

This marathon continues