Own Lane lyrics

by

Alex Wiley


Money on the table, money on the floor
One for the b*tches, one for the hoes
Money on the table, money on the floor
One for the b*tches, one for the hoes

Man in the Chi like Michael
Not a got damn friend in the crew when dropped out of high school
Not a damn plan or a clue what i might do
Trying to figure out what can I do
Should have joined the army, and picked up a rifle
Should have joined my mommy and picked up a bible and a fifth of shottys
And joined a cycle f*ck that
I ain't got no time for the bullsh*t b*tch, f*ck that
Lyin n*ggas ain't trying to cool sh*t b*tch f*ck that
Getting known in the world Getting ice cold
n*gga f*ck i look like hitting up night school
n*gga rather rap trap titties with these nice flows n*gga

Everybody gotta find their own lane n*gga
Cause every body out here trying to get paid
Everybody gotta find their own way n*gga
Cause every body out here trying to get paid

Seats way back listening to Anita Baker
Riding by myself smoking weed by the acre
Seats way back listening to Anita Baker
Riding by myself smoking weed by the acre
(2x )
Money on the table, money on the floor
One for the b*tches, one for the hoes
Money on the table, money on the floor
One for the b*tches, one for the hoes

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