My plane takin’ off but I’ll let you know when I land
I’m headed somewhere that you won’t even see on the ‘Gram
I got a problem with lettin’ opportunities go
‘Cause I don’t trust a blessing that didn’t come from my own two hands
I think my deepest connection is with my living room
My couch is cozy, I fall asleep on it every day
I keep it clean, like every hour I get the broom
Always got the lavender pumpin’, I love it in my space
I’m hella picky with everyone I invite
Some people that’s my friends, I told ’em they banned for life
‘Cause people who respect you gon’ respect your crib
If you smokin’ at my spot, go and get your shit
I work hella hard for everything that I got, ho
Say that you can make another me but you can’t, though
Nobody was spoon-fed, stay away from new friends
Old school nigga, never caught up in a new trend
Playin’ Dad so the air is mad fresh
Keep a ZZ plant by my bed for my last breath
Wine cellar for the moments when I’m feelin’ mad tense
Lookin’ at the past got me feelin’ like I’m mad blessed
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