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"Own Lane"

[Verse 1 - Alex Wiley:]
Now, if you really tryna see what's good with me
Come, smoke good with me shit I tell ya'
Tryin fuck shawty and a friend but I don't think shawty
Friend down to do it with me, shit, I feel ya
Smoke will kill ya, I drove the first one
And it was hot, real talk, nigga
Niggas didn't even get high, all the niggas score
Now they wanna sit by, now I call the
Shots, nigga, I don't let shit fly
Bitch, that's honest (honest)
If a rapper want beef sware to God he can get it off
I state no play Jagger ass nigga
And then it catch fetish, and then they talk shit
But don't say no names You down on the kick
But now you want in
Now, fuck that, nigga, we don't play those games
You hated on me then, we ain't fuckin with you now
You not there for the eat, you don't say no grace

I think they drownin
I think they drownin
Lord save him
I think they drownin
I think they drownin
Lord save him
The man's a challenge
And clears the pallette
He lean on the chalice
And lost my balance
Finn this nigga (rat pack God?)
You gonna crack that card?
And I ain't gotta trap that hard

I sweared I'd do my thang
And leave my mark all on this game
Then I'm ghost, OOOOoooOOooO
And I swear to God the way
The sun come off, the lake remind me
Of the coast, ohhhhh
Got a head full of mischief
And a car full of hoes
A van full of bitches and a
Heart made of gold
Got a head full of mischief
And a car full of hoes
A van full of bitches and a
Heart made of gold

[Verse 2 - Mick Jenkins:]
I've been drinking all this water
Piss ain't never been so clear
I never been so thirsty
I'm a be a martyr, I'm a be a menace
They be showing love for the green nigga
I got the advantage, I been playing tennis
We could take it to the table if you want there
But I don't think you really want it there
Fairer skin get the most airplay
And I don't think you really want it fair
And I been running this whole thing like a turtle
Trust me nigga I don't think you really want it here
Slow grind, been penning these poems since '09
Give a fuck about the pigs
I ain't never really fed into the bovine
Windy city all you flimsy niggas grip a clothesline
Flippin verses just to get a couple dollas
Shit to say we got the worst times
Please don't ever think it's sweeter
Just because a nigga got a fuckin' cosign
That's so blind
It's like they in love with the money
But trust me they trust me
I'm droppin more dimes

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