"Living Room" lyrics

My plane takin' off but I'll let you know when I land
I'm headed somewhere that you won't even see on the 'Gram
I got a problem with lettin' opportunities go
'Cause I don't trust a blessing that didn't come from my own two hands
I think my deepest connection is with my living room
My couch is cozy, I fall asleep on it every day
I keep it clean, like every hour I get the broom
Always got the lavender pumpin', I love it in my space
I'm hella picky with everyone I invite
Some people that's my friends, I told 'em they banned for life
'Cause people who respect you gon' respect your crib
If you smokin' at my spot, go and get your shit
I work hella hard for everything that I got, ho
Say that you can make another me but you can't, though
Nobody was spoon-fed, stay away from new friends
Old school nigga, never caught up in a new trend
Playin' dead so the air is mad fresh
Keep his ZZ plant by my bed for my last breath
Wine cellar for the moments when I'm feelin' mad tense
Lookin' at the past got me feelin' like I'm mad blessed