7 days a week, 7 different freaks
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But I got tired of fucking hoes so I just smoke and count my cheese
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Watching Godfather, leather couches, flat screens
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I say I'm on this marathon, she ask me "what does that mean? "
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Ain't no puff and pass please, roll your own I do the same
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Girl, get on that Marlon Brando and stop tryin' to pick my brain
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Yo boyfirend is a lame that's why you're not used to this game
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And if you looking for me, I'll be first class on a plane
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Ex named my landing gear cause I don't need no runway
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My final destination is some clouds and a oneway
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Fucking with them streets, ain't no stranger to this gun play
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But I now I eat these beats and I don't ever take this lunch break
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Back to back swisha sweets, never grown no sober shit
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Post traumatic stress, I feel like that's what I'm coping with
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So I smoke the best, impossible not to notice this
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30 thousand feet up, I cross the atlantic ocean with a pack of Swisha's
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[? ] and I ain't even open yet
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I'm tryin' to live my life so when it's over I got no regrets
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Keys to success, multiply what you approach it with
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Got to roll a dice but the first time that you can go legit,
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Seize the opportunity, believe and take control of it
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Than get on your marathon and grind it till it's over with
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Napa Valley Dolce, my cup runneth over with
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My trunk is in my roof eh, you know who you rollin' with
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O know a place we can go
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Where you can be yourself
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You ain't gotta worry
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And we ain't gotta rush, cause we ain't in no hurry
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You can't be afraid to let go
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You gotta let go of yourself
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But you ain't gotta worry, cause this gon take some time
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But we not in no hurry
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The Planes (Freestyle)
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Nipsey Hussle |