"Planet Out" lyrics

I can't plan it out cause I'm always on the go
Models on the yacht, leaving pennies on the boat
Wide receiver ops, they just run and make a post
Brown Lambo sits so low, that bitch look like a roach
I got all these diamond chains, I need love
Burning all these Franklin's up with these up
My couch full of codeine stains, I'm sleeping in my problems
Think twice about that freeway, you know that shit'll cost you

My nigga had a scholarship, I heard he fucked it up
He posted went to the charges, but now he want the plug
Be feeling empty sometimes, but they say I'm a part
One day I won't come around, so hopefully you enjoy it

Uh, stack that paper, I made Ben Frank kiss the ceiling
No dealings, but I swear this shit one hell of a feeling
Uh, knock one hater off, they start to turn down the envy
Ask God, do we really go to hell for revenge?

Had to keep my pistol loaded just to get through obstacles
When they telling I can scope it I don need binoculars
Accept that you with open arms and you end up chopping them
That's what I get for trying to hug on a stranger

All these dreams will turn a dog to a thinker, yeah
I'm holding on to a wing of a angel, yeah

I can't plan it out cause I'm always on the go
Models on the yacht, leaving pennies on the boat
Wide receiver ops, they just run and make a post
Brown Lambo sits so low, that bitch look like a roach
I got all these diamond chains I need, love
Burning all these Franklin's up with these, love
My couch full of codeine stains, I'm sleeping in my problems
Think twice about that freeway, you know that shit'll cost you