b4 i land Lyrics

It's like two hours before my fight

Somehow you better be back when I land

Hope you understand

I can't be your man

I need rubber bands all up in my hand

Baby, I'm just sayin

Hope one day, I got hella fans in the stands tryna shake my hand

And They all stans

Made a band cause I had a plan

High tunes for my niggas fried with a blunt in hand

If you ever leave me, hope you die with your other man

I fell in love with the high fashion

You fell in love how I'm not passive

I'll mold you like Clay, no Cassius

Mind full of money, my tray full of ashes

Hold up, hold up, you don't wanna ask

You take a trip to Aspen, maybe Calabasas

Posted on your mind like a nigga trespassin'

Rolled a blunt, gas it

You far from average

Alone with this 3-5

Huh I'm alone with the 3-5 like Kyrie when he went to the Mavericks

Now I'm searchin' for the sun, tryna go make magic

He ain't shootin' no guns, he a one-day savage

Oh we done, we gon' reunite

And if lovin' you is wrong, I don't see right

I could be the gun, baby, you could be the knife Which one gon' go faster

We gon' see tonight

She like, don't go faster

Let me be the bike

I'm high off my ass and I ain't seein' right

I might sneak right past you like the speed of light

I know this my passion, I don't need advice

Shit, maybe I do, maybe I don't

I'll never be the one to tell you, maybe I won't

She wanna be the one to tell me what she say go

But I'm huntin' all down this road and I need my ducks in a row

And the money comin' like, yes, I could never ever say no

I could never turncoat unless the shit a fur coat

Can't wait till my first show, it won't be my first though

She up in my crowd, I'm singin' her notes

Shine bright like a diamond, stud in her nose

Feel like I'm dyin', life that I chose

You the one tryin', baby, I know

Countin' my exes, blowin' my O's

Lots on my checklist, breakin' my code

Heart on your necklace, why you so cold

Here for a little in the morning, I'm gone

Cause

It's like two hours before my fight

Somehow you better be back when I land

Hope you understand, I can't be your man

I need rubber bands all up in my hand

Baby, I'm just sayin

Hope one day, I got hella fans in the stands tryna shake my hand

And They all stans

Made a band cause I had a plan

High tunes for my niggas fried with a blunt in hand

If you ever leave me, hope you die with your other man