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(Check) Everything ain't what it seems (Yeah) 2K for them jeans, I'm so fresh, so clean Living that life fit for a king (Yeah) Dreams so far-fetched, I'm so blessed, got everything in check (Uh-huh) So just let me flex, give me that neck, on that stoner X Legendary, torch like Harry, shoulder sore 'cause the game I carry (Style) Made my lane, now who's to blame? Money long like smoke from a train (Style) Overcame all them hardships (Yeah), made my name, I'm on some shit (Yeah) Some might say life is a bitch (Yeah), but right now, my life the shit (Style) Loving it, made it from the bottom but still thugging it Up in it, still I kept it real while they on sucker shit What is this? Tryna count me out but I'm still counting up What the fuck? Thought that I was stuck but I'm still turning up Got back up, I was down awhile but now I'm waking up Caking up, love this life I'm living, I got my paper up I love my life, can't doubt it I got what I wanted It's so underwhelming It's so unfun, why? It's hard not to live for God, I wonder if I am enough I love my life, I love my life Letras de canciones We all love a comeback story (Style) They was worried, underdog, lost it all, got my head up off that fall (Style) Now it's all up from here, living life without a fear Shedding tears 'cause I'm still here, blessed to see another year I would never take this shit for granted, sound like run a planet (Yeah) Take advantage, panic when it's rough, but I keep my head up (Style) Out the way, pray when I wake up, thankful for another day (Uh-huh) I will say, everything I went through, I am here today (Yeah) Now who's to say? Better get out my way, ain't got no time to play (Ah) I won't brag, when the going get tough, know it will be okay (Uh-huh) Keep my pace, ain't no need to rush, just gotta keep it up (Yeah) Take it serious, 'cause this life I love and cannot fuck this up (Style) What is this? Tryna count me out but I'm still counting up So what the fuck? Thought that I was stuck but I'm still turning up Got back up, I was down awhile but now I'm waking up Caking up, love this life I'm living, I got my paper up I love my life, can't doubt it I got what I wanted It's so underwhelming It's so unfun, why? I'm driving on the highway Let's go run it on the way I woke up and I got what you wanted I hope you cope and you're yearnin' And the plane becomes a metaphor for my life And as I suffer for it, look at it shine Big, aluminum motherfucker And it shines like a forehead And hell, metal'll sink in water, much less air So no one can deny me the right to fly a plane of my own device Y'know, it's my art When I disguise my body in the shape of a plane From Letras Mania