7 days a week, 7 different freaks

But I got tired of fucking 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 pass please, roll your own I do the same

Girl, get on that Marlon Brando and stop tryin' to pick my brain

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

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

Ex named my landing gear cause I don't need no runway

My final destination is some clouds and a oneway

Fucking with them streets, ain't no stranger to this gun play

But I now I eat these beats and I don't ever take this lunch break

Back to back swisha sweets, never grown no sober shit

Post traumatic stress, I feel like that's what I'm 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

[? ] and I ain't even open 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

Than 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



O know a place we can go

Where you can be yourself

You ain't gotta worry

And we ain't gotta rush, cause we ain't 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