OWN LANE Lyrics

I lose sleep at night about them racks And if he pillow talk, he put that nigga in

a pack And I was with Lil' Gino, we was skipping

down them tracks He had turned his life to fraud, almost went

and took a nap Whole neighborhood was crip, I had found my

Own lane I was beefing with my daddy, I had learned

the whole game And now you can't tell me shit, I might chop

him like the Braves You can't blame her cause she fucking with

A nigga getting paid Fuckin' with me for them racks, for better

Or worse, til I'm in a hearse, Huncho pulled up with the straps, yeah I

Was fucking his blood, that hoe was my first, my friend I can't wait till he back, yeah, Jeff my

Brother for sure He need me, he know I'm on go, he know that's

For sure It's up in the stuck, we pull up with 40s and 9s

And poles And we cannot fall out by hoes, I pull up and

Watch like a crow I send him the dot and he blow

And whole time that nigga wasn't even paying attention

He was slipping on a hoe, I caught the dot off in his mention

Whole team told 30s give a fuck about a sentence I do sleep at night about them racks

And if he pillow talking put that nigga in a pack

And I was with Lil Gino, we was skipping down them tracks

He had turned his life to fraud, almost went and took a nap

Whole neighborhood was crip, I had found my own lane

I was beefing with my daddy, I had learned the whole game

And now you can't tell me shit, I might chop him like Debray

You can't blame her cause she fucking with a nigga getting paid

It's crazy we left from a distance, we left when I was up

It's a life, I told you I miss you, yeah, the syrup replacing the love

The phantom all white like a dove, I'm breaking her back in the tub

She twitching her leg like a bug, I can't use a glove

Yeah, not texting her back on purpose Don't know what to say, I told her I'm nervous

I grew up with demons, my brother still serving I walk around flags, she said she a surgeon

She a little demon behind the curtains I made a mistake, I know I'm still learning

I know I'm still earning Pop four percs, I'm swerving

Big truck, Big Ike Turner, keep two burners I don't write this, no journal, living this shit my purpose

I do sleep at night about them racks And if he pillow talking put that nigga in a pack

And I was with Lil Gino, we was skipping down them tracks

He had turners like the fraud, almost went and took a nap

Whole neighborhood was crip, I had found my own lane

I was beefing with my daddy, I had learned the whole game

And now you can't tell me shit, I might chop him like the branch

You can't blame her cause she fucking with a nigga getting paid