Plane Wayz
I been wondering where the days go
Locked in so the days long
Walk a mile with my J's on
See it look easy... but it ain't tho
I been hustling where they can't go
Ain't welcome, and they ain't known
Connected dots, I put the gang on
We was fucked up, but them days gone
Always rep it, but I ain't home
I been really wanting stay gone
To the best coast where the pape long
Cuz the bud greener and it stay strong
Met a plug on the first day
Made a movie on the first night
Unc hip me to molly to world
I was unaware but I would do it twice
Activated really living life... motivated finna drop some Ice
Studio on Melrose, disappearing bows, brody on his Tony
Captured that magic in motion
And felt like the coldest
Model bitches rolling stogies
Popeyes for the homies
We just thuggin in the moment
OK
Classy Azul til we yawning
Then take some shots in the morning
This how we work on a daily I swear on the plane this shit normal
YG forever they know it but I gotta take this shit Global
Used to rap about the shit I got and see now
So I how could I ever stop flowing
I'm growing
I been wondering where the days go
Locked in so the days long
Walk a mile with my J's on
See it look easy... but it ain't tho
I been hustling where they can't go
Ain't welcome, and they ain't known
Connected dots, I put the gang on
We was fucked up, but them days gone
Always repping, but I ain't home
I been thinking I should stay gone
Cuz the hoes childish but the hate grown
When you getting off or you putting on
Said he got the plug and can't get em gone
In the small city can't fit a throne
Get em dialed out, and never lift the phone
They won't even miss him he was never known
Invite only catch me in the zone
Leg work buddy move along
Sharp shooting like I channeled Kob
I might kill the stage with Huaraches on
Really wonder where the days go
Shroom washing with the faygo
Reminiscing in the tat shop bout jack Bleez with the Fade on em
Flat pockets with a wave going
Had the Bad bitches preyin on him
No kicks, no drip, all lip bill Bellamy the playa on em
Felt like that Nîgga back then
You know how I'm feeling again
I used to post up on a block with niggaz
Now you catch me in the wind
Locked in so the days long
Walk a mile with my J's on
See it look easy... but it ain't tho
I been hustling where they can't go
Ain't welcome, and they ain't known
Connected dots, I put the gang on
We was fucked up, but them days gone
Always rep it, but I ain't home
I been really wanting stay gone
To the best coast where the pape long
Cuz the bud greener and it stay strong
Met a plug on the first day
Made a movie on the first night
Unc hip me to molly to world
I was unaware but I would do it twice
Activated really living life... motivated finna drop some Ice
Studio on Melrose, disappearing bows, brody on his Tony
Captured that magic in motion
And felt like the coldest
Model bitches rolling stogies
Popeyes for the homies
We just thuggin in the moment
OK
Classy Azul til we yawning
Then take some shots in the morning
This how we work on a daily I swear on the plane this shit normal
YG forever they know it but I gotta take this shit Global
Used to rap about the shit I got and see now
So I how could I ever stop flowing
I'm growing
I been wondering where the days go
Locked in so the days long
Walk a mile with my J's on
See it look easy... but it ain't tho
I been hustling where they can't go
Ain't welcome, and they ain't known
Connected dots, I put the gang on
We was fucked up, but them days gone
Always repping, but I ain't home
I been thinking I should stay gone
Cuz the hoes childish but the hate grown
When you getting off or you putting on
Said he got the plug and can't get em gone
In the small city can't fit a throne
Get em dialed out, and never lift the phone
They won't even miss him he was never known
Invite only catch me in the zone
Leg work buddy move along
Sharp shooting like I channeled Kob
I might kill the stage with Huaraches on
Really wonder where the days go
Shroom washing with the faygo
Reminiscing in the tat shop bout jack Bleez with the Fade on em
Flat pockets with a wave going
Had the Bad bitches preyin on him
No kicks, no drip, all lip bill Bellamy the playa on em
Felt like that Nîgga back then
You know how I'm feeling again
I used to post up on a block with niggaz
Now you catch me in the wind
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Writer(s): Christopher Kelly
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