Own Lanes (feat. Brandon Thorsen)
I got the plushy stuffed animal flows
For day's
Smooches cannibal
A turn of pages
Truly magical, a gift from the ancients
The battle bro
Leave 'em in smithereens
Assassinate the blimp of the team
Rise higher than a limousine on hydraulics
The state of the art frolic
In the way of the bars
Can't play with the cards
I call it
Leave the space for the stars
Ya cobweb's weave your place in the dark
I'm dropping heat and awakening spark
I flip a scene
Frame of the part
Escape the dream and deeply regard
The person you are
The people you with
And the places you been
I'm making amends
To be a good friend
Came up in my own lane
I ain't worried 'bout a thang
One call brings the gang
We gone ball like we James
See me in the booth homie
And you know I'm spitting flames
If you don't like it homie
You can come and see my name
I just want the money
Yeah, fuck the fame
I just want the money
Yeah, fuck the fame
I just want the money
Yeah, fuck the fame
I just want the money
Yeah, fuck the fame
Fame ain't everything
We on that cheddar chase
Mince these rappers
Serve 'em up and never catch a case
Too many masks
Face plastic, the steel of the bat
I leave 'em shattered
And they feeling attacked
Came up in my own lane
I ain't worried 'bout a thang
One song goin' get me fame
All you niggas sound the same
Dude said he got a pound to break
He sipping lean and smoking weed
He take the o-z for break
Posting he toasted
Serving champagne
The celebrations
All the bars that I'm breaking
Ya need to tell the nations
Came up in my own lane
I ain't worried bout a thang
One call brings the gang
We gone ball like we James
See me in the booth homie
And you know I'm spitting flames
If you don't like it homie
You can come and see my name
I just want the money
Yeah, fuck the fame
I just want the money
Yeah, fuck the fame
I just want the money
Yeah, fuck the fame
I just want the money
Yeah, fuck the fame
For day's
Smooches cannibal
A turn of pages
Truly magical, a gift from the ancients
The battle bro
Leave 'em in smithereens
Assassinate the blimp of the team
Rise higher than a limousine on hydraulics
The state of the art frolic
In the way of the bars
Can't play with the cards
I call it
Leave the space for the stars
Ya cobweb's weave your place in the dark
I'm dropping heat and awakening spark
I flip a scene
Frame of the part
Escape the dream and deeply regard
The person you are
The people you with
And the places you been
I'm making amends
To be a good friend
Came up in my own lane
I ain't worried 'bout a thang
One call brings the gang
We gone ball like we James
See me in the booth homie
And you know I'm spitting flames
If you don't like it homie
You can come and see my name
I just want the money
Yeah, fuck the fame
I just want the money
Yeah, fuck the fame
I just want the money
Yeah, fuck the fame
I just want the money
Yeah, fuck the fame
Fame ain't everything
We on that cheddar chase
Mince these rappers
Serve 'em up and never catch a case
Too many masks
Face plastic, the steel of the bat
I leave 'em shattered
And they feeling attacked
Came up in my own lane
I ain't worried 'bout a thang
One song goin' get me fame
All you niggas sound the same
Dude said he got a pound to break
He sipping lean and smoking weed
He take the o-z for break
Posting he toasted
Serving champagne
The celebrations
All the bars that I'm breaking
Ya need to tell the nations
Came up in my own lane
I ain't worried bout a thang
One call brings the gang
We gone ball like we James
See me in the booth homie
And you know I'm spitting flames
If you don't like it homie
You can come and see my name
I just want the money
Yeah, fuck the fame
I just want the money
Yeah, fuck the fame
I just want the money
Yeah, fuck the fame
I just want the money
Yeah, fuck the fame
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Writer(s): Brandon T
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