My Lane

B-U double d a, aye, aye
B-U double d a, yuh!

I beat it man, you don't wanna be MIA (MIA)
They talk that work all they do is play expect that pay
Wrap this round your head like turbans', swerving in the suburban
Drinkin' bourbon now yippee ki-yay, see what I'm tryin' to say?
Bitch, fuck up out of my lane!!

(Cough)
Hello, this the mellow fellow working
7 day's of the week (forgive me lord)
Do my best to keep it holy on the
Sabbath dreaming lavish what I sow and reap
Keep it savage alway's gotta' keep it trill but most
Importantly kill 'em all with kindness (yes sir yes ma'am)
White Senorita call her China cause I'm only fuckin' with the finest
Nah, none of y'all casual acquaintance where most gonna fall
Claim that they ball, uh say it with ya chest better stand tall
Homie told me get the wetter be
Better some days gonna crawl y'all stall
Claiming that you wanna be the boss
Can't handle a loss so aside it's tossed
I could go and repeat it, repeat it,
And beating ya like mama with the fucking
Sandal did the fucking message get across? (hahaha)
Word, ain't give a fuck what you heard
This is my trial and my error for a
Better tomorrow you tsk at a risk it's absurd
Do not approach me with wishes bout bitches and fame
When you yourself refuse to adapt to the change (no, no)
Boy from the 817 no high horse but I
Commandeer the reigns fuck up out of my lane (hey!)

I beat it man, you don't wanna be MIA (MIA)
They talk that work all they do is play expect that pay
Wrap this round your head like turbans', swerving in the suburban
Drinkin' bourbon now yippee ki-yay, see what I'm tryin' to say?
Bitch, fuck up out of my lane!! (HEY)
I beat it man, you don't wanna be MIA (MIA)
They talk that work all they do is play expect that pay
Wrap this round your head like turbans', swerving in the suburban
Drinkin' bourbon now yippee ki-yay, see what I'm tryin' to say?
Bitch, fuck up out of my lane!! (HEY)

When you jock the muthafucka' but he
Still do it better than you (swerve)
(Gone) If you say that I fuck with you but never fuck with me (swerve)
(Nah, nah) Need more, haters, ain't a, 'fraid to, sign up (swerve)
(Right here) Let it ring ring tingaling swanging
My dingaling baddest muthafucker in the building
Listen, stop me if I'm wrong but doesn't everybody chip in?
Everybody wanna kick it get a ticket solicit a minute
Get explicit til they get in a bit of a thicket
Going in circles like a fidget, depending the hype they pivot
Fucking gimmicks really had me going saying you get it inventive
Nothing is finish time to get outta this pickle
Seems to me I'm surrounded by a bunch of dimes and nickels
Muthafucka Jones,
Man I really tried to make a team gullible for the C.R.E.A.M
Never gullible for a dream gullible for promising that they we always
Got each others back Turns out they ain't got a
Spine to tell the truth, (what the hell man!?) so get bent
Ain't got any room to rent, or maybe I'm just shutting out again
Old school pad and pen do me you see and never feel again (not again)
Went well, for awhile you see met a good woman who was good to me
But it seems like I fucked it typically usually (way to go boy)
If that makes sense,
Not a penance or bar or sentence to make up my foolery
How is she? I don't know,
But I miss her and her pups and her
Puss guess it was a push into my lane (hey!)

I beat it man, you don't wanna be MIA (MIA)
They talk that work all they do is play expect that pay
Wrap this round your head like turbans', swerving in the suburban
Drinkin' bourbon now yippee ki-yay,
See what I'm tryin' to say? (what?)
Bitch, fuck up out of my lane!! (HEY)
I beat it man, you don't wanna be MIA (be MIA)
They talk that work all they do is play expect that pay
Wrap this round your head like turbans', swerving in the suburban
Drinkin' bourbon now yippee ki-yay,
See what I'm tryin' to say? (Locos only)
Bitch, fuck up out of my lane!!
Welcome to the row



Credits
Writer(s): Antonio Basalo, Ainash Jumalinova
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