Letras
I got plans for living marvelous
If this was the 90s we'd be popping cris
Shining, tell your shorty she can polish this
Jumping in the booth niggas know we write the hottest shit
I make my own reality, I never had an oculus
And I ball anywhere, so I'm like a born hooper
Y'all take shots but you're missing more than storm troopers
I'm the general the man in charge
I see these birds on deck like Camden yards
In a New York minute, can't wait til them hands tick
Niggas burn bridges so I'm taking the van wyck
And chasing these grands quick, by making these fans lit
Vision board style cause I'm hoping these plans stick
Arts part of life, I'm creating my canvas
Won't do it by the book, I'm negating the pamphlet
School of hard knocks never paid for my transcript
Yall frontin on the daily, stop debating with Candace
And life is fucking beautiful, we ducking cubicles
Is we fucking whores on the tour? Ain't for you to know
Dreams I'm still pursuing though, I got a stupid flow
We just play the cards like the kids playing Yu-Gi-Oh
And life is fucking beautiful, we ducking cubicles
Is we fucking whores on the tour? Ain't for you to know
Dreams I'm still pursuing though, I got a stupid flow
We just play the cards like the kids playing Yu-Gi-Oh
Suit supply on the top with a crease
Customs on, meant it never got a proper release
The buttons worn, fabric given off a polished mystique
The buckle bronze complemented by the copper cuff link
The cup is flowing, glacier rocks on mahogany fleece
Got nothing for 'em, not even a head nod when I sleep
With a Champion model, with fancy gelato
At Tenuta Torciano down in San Gimignano
Hostess hand me the bottle, yo Tuscany's scenic!
Mustard greens baste in oil and the truffle in season
Shit remind me of a line that my cousin repeated
We can shop along the way, boo, no "luggage" is needed
That hate illness is "terminal" you can "carry on"
Them "spirit flights" of the bourbon'll "pilot" every yawn