In My Own Lane ft. Cap B Lyrics

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It's that go getta, lyrical rhyme spitter, from the dirty

Ya heard me

Arkansas to be exact

Arkadelphia stand up

We move at a rate of speed, ya dig

We gotta get to that money quick, no time to waste

I stay in my own lane, 100 miles per hour down the freeway baby

No time for y'all games, I be gettin to this bag thank im stoppin you krazy

I stay in my own lane, pedal to the metal on cruise control

Music Turnt Up, let it sooth my soul. Blowin on this loud, you can tell by the smoke

I stay in my own lane

I been sleepin too long, now it's time to wake up

I smell money in the air, no yawning pimpin, I'm there

Opportunity is knocking so I'm opening my door

No time for dead end jobs or dealing with being poor

If you don't got goals or dreams, don't offer me some good advice

You'll probably get left on read, like promoters begging for bread

I'm tryna breed some positivity, been living pissed for too long

A player in this game mane, and I was built to be strong

Gucci this and Gucci that, and I ain't trying to hear it

And I ain't trying to wear it

Til I'm bubbling off these lyrics

Over these years, ducking, and dodging these prices on my head

I'm lucky to be alive, but sometimes feel like I'm dead

Been in them county jails, stressed out, makin a spread

I want some steaks on my plate and my momma to stay fed

And brothers like Ricky V that keep me motivated

Cause brothers like me get dragged down quick by society

I'm in my own lane

I stay in my own lane, 100 miles per hour down the freeway baby

No time for y'all games, I be gettin to this bag thank im stoppin you krazy

I stay in my own lane, pedal to the metal on cruise control

Music Turnt Up, let it sooth my soul. Blowin on this loud, you can tell by the smoke

I stay in my own lane

I stay in my own lane all gas no brakes

So if you're doing the speed limit stay the fuck out my way

Time is money and money is time, I have none to waste

They say that life is a marathon but I treated like a race

The early bird gets the worm, I'm trying to get to this bag

Griddin day and night, while y'all sitting on yo ass

I'll take ya bitcoin but I like the look and smell of cash

I'm talking greenbacks, the same color as grass

I love dead presidents, I ain't talkin Lorenz Tate

I'm talkin Grant, Jackson and Benjamin Frank

Gotta to get rich or not trying if not, what's the point of livin

I left and came back, Boomerang, no Robin Givens

I'm on a mission, addicted to money like a prescription

Grew up, broke gonna die Rich I swear God is my witness

You got a manifest your destiny for dreams to come true

But I'm wide awake, sleep on me if you want too

I stay in my own lane, 100 miles per hour down the freeway baby

No time for y'all games, I be gettin to this bag thank im stoppin you krazy

I stay in my own lane

Pedal to the metal on cruise control

Music Turnt Up, let it sooth my soul.

Blowin on this loud, you can tell by the smoke

I stay in my own lane