(Check)
Everything ain’t what it seems (Yeah)
2K for them jeans, I’m so fresh, so clean
Living that life fit for a king (Yeah)
Dreams so far-fetched, I’m so blessed, got everything in check (Uh-huh)
So just let me flex, give me that neck, on that stoner X
Legendary, torch like Harry, shoulder sore ’cause the game I carry (Style)
Made my lane, now who’s to blame? Money long like smoke from a train (Style)
Overcame all them hardships (Yeah), made my name, I’m on some shit (Yeah)
Some might say life is a bitch (Yeah), but right now, my life the shit (Style)
Loving it, made it from the bottom but still thugging it
Up in it, still I kept it real while they on sucker shit
What is this? Tryna count me out but I’m still counting up
What the fuck? Thought that I was stuck but I’m still turning up
Got back up, I was down awhile but now I’m waking up
Caking up, love this life I’m living, I got my paper up
I love my life, can’t doubt it
My thoughts, they’re drownin’
It-it’s so underwhelming
It’s so unfair (Why?)
It’s hard not to live for
God, [?]
[?]
We all love a comeback story (Style)
They was worried, underdog, lost it all, got my head up off that fall
Now it’s all up from here, living life without a fear
Shedding tears ’cause I’m still here, blessed to see another year
I would never take this shit for granted, sound like run a planet (Yeah)
Take advantage, panic when it’s rough, but I keep my head up (Style)
Out the way, pray when I wake up, thankful for another day (Uh-huh)
I will say, everything I went through, I am here today (Yeah)
Now who’s to say? Better get out my way, ain’t got no time to play (Ah)
I won’t brag, when the going get tough, know it will be okay (Uh-huh)
Keep my pace, ain’t no need to rush, just gotta keep it up (Yeah)
Take it serious, ’cause this life I love and cannot fuck this up (Style)
What is this? Tryna count me out but I’m still counting up
So what the fuck? Thought that I was stuck but I’m still turning up
Got back up, I was down awhile but now I’m waking up
Caking up, love this life I’m living, I got my paper up
Tonight
My thoughts, they’re drownin’
It-it’s so underwhelming
It’s so unfair (Why?)
Drivin’ on the highway
Let’s go [?]
[?] what you wanted
I know you cope in your yacht
And the plane becomes a metaphor for my life
Times I suffered in, lookin’ this shy
Bring it on then, motherfucker
And it shines like a forehead, uh
Hell, metal’ll sink in water once it’s there
So knowing them, and I need to let the [?] plane [?]
No, it’s my art
And I’ve disguised my body in the shape of a plane