Own Lane ft. Arianna Mi'Chele & Joe Grizz Lyrics

I hope the universe love you today just like your family

Takin' a risk, makin' a trip in your girlfriend's Camry

Makin' a play to see some Migos down up in Miami

Then have a couple blocks to your name like you Marcus Camby

Get that shit outta here, boy, you just can't post up and score

You just can't change up the rules, nigga, this ain't your court

Find another park to dribble your rock

Even though your handle's good, does it match with your shot

If not, keep workin' on it

Cause any given moment, they'll put the double team on you

You gotta show that you got aim

You can't always do crossovers to get yourself out of situations

They on defense, so keep showin' off, they gon' take it

That's just the basics, face it

You ain't fit for this game

You ain't cut from that cloth, this just ain't your thing

I understand it for sure, although it's simple and plain

Don't try to follow other niggas, Brody, stay in your lane

Even when it's all bad, know it's all good

Brush that shit off like it's all shrugs

Kanye style, though it's all love

You ain't a hood nigga, nigga, you just from the hood

Get your own lane, get your, get your own lane

Don't you cross that dotted line

Get your own lane, get your, get your own lane

Stay the fuck up out mine

Get your own lane, get your, get your own lane

You swervin' with no blinkers on

Get your own lane, get your, get your own lane

Your high beams tryin' to stop my shine

Ain't sure what type of shit you on

But time to get on it, wise up, get your own, boy

Ain't sure what type of shit you on

But time to get on it, wise up, get your own, boy

Yeah, since birth I was mixed up

Just a square tryin' to fit in a circular holes

Feet flat to the earth on a circular globe

Tryin' to figure out when and how I would circle the globe

Yessir, remember Yearbook Day in 10th grade

Man, I wasn't signin' nothin', I was circlin' hoes

Tryin' to cut somethin' like circular saws

I wasn't picky, coulda been the first to pick up

Or the first one that called me

Desperate, I had homies who got some yoni like at 13

Least that's what they told me, only 16

Not really horny, but desperation was a B - I - itch

That I was steady, tryin' to scratch

Still ignorin' the facts that I was made different

Not intended for lane switching

Funny how when I paid them no mind, that's when they paid attention

Jon B came out, I was the shit then

Since then, refused to be fenced in

To fit in, get with it

Get your own lane, get your, get your own lane

Don't you cross that dotted line

Get your own lane, get your, get your own lane

Stay the fuck up out mine

Get your own lane, get your, get your own lane

You swervin' with no blinkers on

Get your own lane, get your, get your own lane

Your high beams tryin' to stop my shine

Ain't sure what type of shit you on

But time to get on it, wise up, get your own, boy