IN MY OWN LANE (OUTRO) Lyrics

I watched them all count me out, But they must be bad at math

All that pillow talkin' and pocket watchin', I just have to laugh

In my own lane, Ain't no traffic, I just mash the gas

Stayin' down, Standin' on bidness, Could teach a masterclass

They ain't believe, they was shady, now look at the aftermath

I see the pape in my reach, Just gotta grab the cash

Attracted to them city girls, That be actin' bad

Time to celebrate, Champagne showers, Gotta splash a bath

All I ever wanna do is win, Then win again

It all started goin' up, Once I felt like him again

Crazy how you made it work, when your chances slim n thin

Bronx nigga from uptown, So I'm Stompin' in my Timberlands

Real street nigga, I ain't grow up on the internet

Hoes love the way I talk, and they love my intellect

Fuck niggas low-key hatin', Cuz A been a threat

True to this, Not new to this, Boy I been a vet

2-0-4-0, We bout' to fuck it up

I ain't need no hook on this, I'm throwin' all uppercuts

Known for heavy punchin, You better tell these suckers duck

Never did no crime, You not mob, N you won't knock or buck

I watched them all count me out, But they must be bad at math

All that pillow talkin' and pocket watchin', I just have to laugh

In my own lane, Ain't no traffic, I just mash the gas

Stayin' down, Standin' on bidness, Could teach a masterclass

Should put my odds on Fanduel, See if they gon' bet against me

I don't be up in the mix, You better never mix me

I can't walk in another nigga's shoes, Cuz they uh never fit me

Like I'm fresh up out the kitchen, Chicken Hella crispy

On a whole nother frequency, since I started rappin' fast

5-0-0-0-0-0, I'm tryna stack a half

Used to walk around my scale on me, So ain't no tappin' bags

In the club, pack of ones, grabbin' buns and smackin' ass

If I'm round some Baddies, Only time i'll pass da grass

Rizzed up your ho, Cuz she love my trapper swag

Over the last year, Puttin' up numbers, But they ain't factor that

This game get tricky, Somethin' you gotta adapt ta fast

Showed 'em that I'm real, So you don't even have to ask

If I keep pushin' how I'm pushin', Ima have a bag

Feel like I was way too humble, They said I have to brag

I gotta charge 'em what I'm worth and then I'll add the tax

I watched them all count me out, But they must be bad at math

All that pillow talkin' and pocket watchin', I just have to laugh

In my own lane, Ain't no traffic, I just mash the gas

Stayin' down, Standin' on bidness, Could teach a masterclass