Own Lane (A.I.)
Big Motley Two Tone
Smoking Exotic to the m*****f***** face (the face)
(M*****f***** face)
Smoking Exotic to the m*****f***** face (the face)
And I'm in my own lane in my own pace
Exotic gas hitting so hard got my heart racing
Yeah I'm getting this paper but I never fucking chase it
If you play with me I cross em over like I'm f****** A.I
N**** better learn from the first and not the second time
Telling me to pop out n**** better not waste time
Cause every f***** second n**** I'm charging your ass another dime
(Glllllllddddd Fah Fahh)
Air it out
He talking bout he stepping out
But when we step I step on pines
Yeah I'm like the grim reaper
I kill 'em then I leave em there
If I catch his partner with him
Then I caught em by the pair
No mason but I'm with G's
Big 5 I'm Big B
Whip his nose if he f***** sneeze
This choppa get to beating like Teez
This silencer on this Glock sound
(Hold Up Hold Up)
The silencer on this Glock sound like I'm walking around with song f***** keys
Like gunna ima pushin p
Got the code but ion f***** cheat
I'm f***** up the game like a console
But ion need a controller
3.5 backwood roller
Slide on his block like a scroller
We fired him up just like a toaster
We rolled em over just like a roaster
(Gooooooooooo)
B**** we outside
He popped out shot em in the eye
He was talking down now he wonder why
Look at the watch ain't waste no time
Hit a left then I bent me a right
FaceTime a n**** jus like it's Skype
Boy you is a rat, Boy you is a nice
Upping this pole I'm Upping this
Upping this pole I'm Upping this
Upping this pole I'm Upping this
Upping this pole I'm Upping this pipe
I'm taking off jus like ima
I'm taking off jus like ima
I'm taking off jus like ima
I'm taking off jus like ima kite
23 shots on me like mike
Keep the strap on me like a dyke
Choppa came with a red dot and a sight
Jus like some braids I keep it on me tight
You play with me boy I'll make you take flight
You play wit me boy I'll send heaven
Or send you to hell
If he play with me boy you gonna catch these hell shells
Cut his finger off send it through the mail
Matter fact let me get that finger back
Smoking gas gave heart attack
Smoking gas gave me asthmatic attack
Jet done f***** let taste the macqui pack
Ohh I was supposed to tell em that
But I'm still smoking on this f***** za pack
This shii is real fluffy you smoking on mat
Slide
Slide
Slide
We sliding back to fuckin back
(Gotta be quite when you slide tho)
Smoking Exotic to the m*****f***** face (the face)
(M*****f***** face)
Smoking Exotic to the m*****f***** face (the face)
And I'm in my own lane in my own pace
Exotic gas hitting so hard got my heart racing
Yeah I'm getting this paper but I never fucking chase it
If you play with me I cross em over like I'm f****** A.I
N**** better learn from the first and not the second time
Telling me to pop out n**** better not waste time
Cause every f***** second n**** I'm charging your ass another dime
(Glllllllddddd Fah Fahh)
Air it out
He talking bout he stepping out
But when we step I step on pines
Yeah I'm like the grim reaper
I kill 'em then I leave em there
If I catch his partner with him
Then I caught em by the pair
No mason but I'm with G's
Big 5 I'm Big B
Whip his nose if he f***** sneeze
This choppa get to beating like Teez
This silencer on this Glock sound
(Hold Up Hold Up)
The silencer on this Glock sound like I'm walking around with song f***** keys
Like gunna ima pushin p
Got the code but ion f***** cheat
I'm f***** up the game like a console
But ion need a controller
3.5 backwood roller
Slide on his block like a scroller
We fired him up just like a toaster
We rolled em over just like a roaster
(Gooooooooooo)
B**** we outside
He popped out shot em in the eye
He was talking down now he wonder why
Look at the watch ain't waste no time
Hit a left then I bent me a right
FaceTime a n**** jus like it's Skype
Boy you is a rat, Boy you is a nice
Upping this pole I'm Upping this
Upping this pole I'm Upping this
Upping this pole I'm Upping this
Upping this pole I'm Upping this pipe
I'm taking off jus like ima
I'm taking off jus like ima
I'm taking off jus like ima
I'm taking off jus like ima kite
23 shots on me like mike
Keep the strap on me like a dyke
Choppa came with a red dot and a sight
Jus like some braids I keep it on me tight
You play with me boy I'll make you take flight
You play wit me boy I'll send heaven
Or send you to hell
If he play with me boy you gonna catch these hell shells
Cut his finger off send it through the mail
Matter fact let me get that finger back
Smoking gas gave heart attack
Smoking gas gave me asthmatic attack
Jet done f***** let taste the macqui pack
Ohh I was supposed to tell em that
But I'm still smoking on this f***** za pack
This shii is real fluffy you smoking on mat
Slide
Slide
Slide
We sliding back to fuckin back
(Gotta be quite when you slide tho)
Credits
Writer(s): Mykel Motley
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