Lanez Lyrics

Mind is full of rage

My rhymes

Sound just like a lion In a cage

We are not alike not even a trait

But I'm your father and you need to behave

Every shot, ricochets off me

I wait calmly

Then get on a Stage promptly and

Drop bombs I drop grenades on the

Mic

Till theres no more life, in it

My rides tinted

So you could never tell how, high I am getting

I'm spilling these lyrics

On instrumentals

My pencil

Has been official

I'm sick as Donavon Mitchell

What you tryna get into

I'm blowing up like missile

The words I'm spitting they sizzle

I'm nasty as a mcgriddle

I been in this rap shit

Oh y'all niggas forgot

Like you just saw some men in Black shit

But yo I have a method to my madness

I'm doper than methadone

I'm sharp with my green like a cactus

Examples you can't fuck with me

Look how I trample these beats

While I dismantle MC's

You couldn't handle the weed we smoking

A sample would leave

You so high, you start thinking your paranoid sheesh

Got you high as asteroid

I'm cruisin in my own lane

My own lane

My own lane

You hating on me because I play it

Hate the whole game

The whole game the whole game

Somebody gotta say it

I'm cruisin in my own lane

My own lane

My own lane

You hating on me because I play it

Hate the whole game

The whole game the whole game

Somebody gotta say it

Critics gets destroyed

Beating down your ego

Like I'm Sigmund Freud

You could be the boss or you could be employed

Got you doing a bunch of shit that I don't think you will enjoy

Stressing you out until the point that you get a hemorrhoid

Me I make up shit every hour

I think of more hits in the shower

You missing some game

You forfeit

Yous a coward

Claim you hard, softer than dog shit

Sweeter than sherbet

My skills are perfect

The world is ours

All I need is

My girl, music, and weed

Money and food to eat

And to kill it up on these beats

I switch it up on anyone

Got many routes that I'm picking from

See the clout, In need of none

Y'all see rappers, I'm seeing lunch

Can't trip over these critics

I'm to busy doing me

While you sit at your computer

Hate on people chasing dreams

You to scare to go pursue them

Or no talent up your sleeve

I would rather take a risk in life

Than live a life full of ease

It ain't no shame that I grind in the rain sleet in the snow

And I came to bring some change

And kill every rapper you know

No wait before you start hating and bragging about your shine when I glow

Hot as cremations

The ashes wrapped in a jacket

In back of a sauna

Man your tracks don't even warm up

How bout you get off my walnuts

Cruisin in my own lane

My own lane

My own lane

You hating on me because I play it

Hate the whole game

The whole game the whole game

Somebody gotta

Somebody gotta