Nipsey Hussle - This Plane lyrics
[Nipsey Hussle - This Plane lyrics]
Yuh, me and my nigga Rimpau was
On the way to the studio
And cuz had that, um, that Wiz and
Curren$y mixtape in the tape deck
The CD changer
And I heard this beat I'm like
"What the fuck?" yahp!
Ya know, only thought it’s right for my 58
000th leak shit, hear we go
Like this, look
7 days a week, 7 different freaks
But, I got tired of fuckin' hoes so
I just smoke and count my cheese
Watchin' Godfather, leather couches
Flat screens
I say I’m on this marathon, she ask me
"What does that mean?"
Ain't no puff and pass
Please, roll your own, i do the same
Girl, get on that Marlon Brando and
Stop tryna pick my brain
Yo boyfriend is a lame
That's why you're not used to this game
And if you lookin' for me
I'll be first class on a plane
Ixnay my landin' gear 'cause I
Don’t need no runway
My final destination is a cloud
It’s a one-way fuckin' with them streets
Ain’t no stranger to this gunplay
But, I now I eat these beats and
I don't never take a lunch break
Back to back Swisher Sweets
Never on no sober shit
Post traumatic stress
I feel like that's what I'm copin’ with
So I smoke the best
Impossible not to notice this
Thirty thousand feet up
I cross the Atlantic Ocean with
A pack of Swishers rolled
And if my time ain't even over yet
I'm tryna live my life so when
It's over I got no regrets
The keys to success
Multiply what you approach it with
Got to roll a dice but the first
Time that you can go legit
Seize the opportunity
Believe and take control of it
Then get on your marathon and grind
It 'til it's over with
Napa Valley Dolce, my cup runneth over with
My trunk is in my roof, ayy
You know who you rollin' with hussle
I know a place we can go
Where you can be yourself
You ain't gotta worry and
We ain't gotta rush
'cause we not in no hurry
You can't be afraid to let go
You gotta let go of yourself
But, you ain't gotta worry
'cause this gon' take some time
But we not in no hurry
Fifty-eight thousand this marathon continues
On the way to the studio
And cuz had that, um, that Wiz and
Curren$y mixtape in the tape deck
The CD changer
And I heard this beat I'm like
"What the fuck?" yahp!
Ya know, only thought it’s right for my 58
000th leak shit, hear we go
Like this, look
7 days a week, 7 different freaks
But, I got tired of fuckin' hoes so
I just smoke and count my cheese
Watchin' 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 tryna pick my brain
Yo boyfriend is a lame
That's why you're not used to this game
And if you lookin' for me
I'll be first class on a plane
Ixnay my landin' gear 'cause I
Don’t need no runway
My final destination is a cloud
It’s a one-way fuckin' with them streets
Ain’t no stranger to this gunplay
But, I now I eat these beats and
I don't never take a lunch break
Back to back Swisher Sweets
Never on no sober shit
Post traumatic stress
I feel like that's what I'm copin’ with
So I smoke the best
Impossible not to notice this
Thirty thousand feet up
I cross the Atlantic Ocean with
A pack of Swishers rolled
And if my time ain't even over yet
I'm tryna live my life so when
It's over I got no regrets
The 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
Then get on your marathon and grind
It 'til it's over with
Napa Valley Dolce, my cup runneth over with
My trunk is in my roof, ayy
You know who you rollin' with hussle
I know a place we can go
Where you can be yourself
You ain't gotta worry and
We ain't gotta rush
'cause we not 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
Fifty-eight thousand this marathon continues