Lyrics When I Land - Corbin Butler

I don't make the rules I just make the most of 'em
Went to school and got a job I guess I ain't like most of 'em
Outside of stereotypes I'm not supposed to
Be at that Freshh Donuts burnt out, posted up
She got lip gloss on my blunt it's coo cuz she bad tho
Black don't ever crack so my queen won't ever plateau
Late night I'll tex that ass like El Paso
Uber X to Chino Hills need that Mando
I wouldn't say I'm cocky just confident
Made mistakes before but dog I wouldn't change none of it
Got a thing for broken people in them I see a part of me
Make 'em fall like the autumn is,
Cuz I shine like the ornaments in the morning got a flight
I need kush I need coochie when I land
Hit my cousins so the business can expand
Had a vision but God always had a plan
The non-believers wouldn't even understand
My heart ain't gon' beat for no weak shit
I been grinding so much working leave you sleepless
Keep it true when others hittin with the pretense, the pretense
I don't hit 'em with the pretense my heart don't beat for weak shit
Life's tough but I'm tougher when life a bitch I'ma damn pit
See it thru ain't the type to quit
Chino Hills nigga but wasn't rich
Why your eye on my pocket like IRS used to be Immature like IMX
Losing passion everyday cuz what y'all praise it just don't impress
On me but I digress I gotta grow on what I invest
Gotta do more and say less
Put in overtime for that paycheck
Got the game wrapped like safe sex
Cuz I earn stripes like K-Swiss
Don't compare cuz we not the same
Picky nigga prolly never change
Sapio-sexual she cummin off my conversation
She doesn't miss her good dick
Appointment I might need a good coochie consultation
Ballin hard no explanation I won't shy from the confrontation
My phobia doing shit regular
So I raise the bar on the regular
I be my own biggest enemy
Gassed up I'm chillin out Nebula
Hard work equal big bag
Real ones always gone last
On me I'ma do me
Spliffin up my zig zags
I just need me a blank check
Till my pockets on Bruce Bruce
Big duckets nigga fuck it yeah
Drink po'in
Weed smoking big
Spokes rollin round
West coast like pro club in the Dodger cap
Put the IE on the map
Citgo lit with the gas
I need kush I need coochie when I land
Hit my cousins so the business can expand
Had a vision but God always had a plan
The non-believers wouldn't even understand
My heart ain't gon' beat for no weak shit
I been grinding so much working leave you sleepless
Keep it true when others hittin with the pretense, the pretense