My bitches act stupid so please don't test them Walking with a weapon, they don't check me I'm smoking on some veggies, yeah, I'm feelin' real healthy Running game on 'em, bet they can't catch me I feel like a alien like I was in a test tube Pistol blow your candles out, I'll come and bless you I'm thinkin' 'bout a vacay, somewhere in the Cancúns Flyer than a airplane, think I need a parachute Talkin' like you big shit, I ain't never heard of you Better than you on my worst day Designer on my sweatsuit It look like a spacesuit, ridin' in a space coupe You look like a cartoon, I wouldn't even watch you
In my own lane, do my own thing Wanna be great, what's it gon' take? People false claim, people gon' hate But you can't worry 'bout them 'Cause they won't change In my own lane, do my own thing Wanna be great, what's it gon' take? People false claim, people gon' hate But you can't worry 'bout them 'Cause they won't change
I got real money, hoe I ain't frontin' I don't need nothin', niggas wanna harm me Bitches wanna crime me, I just fuckin' love me Stuntin' on a bitch, and I just switched gears If she talkin' shit, man I really don't care I just bought that shit, so I know they gon' stare I been winning so much, yeah, I know it ain't fair Got more gas than a Shell, I just show and you tell I think that I'm sick and it might be contagious It don't matter what I do, they hate it then they take it People fake it 'till they make it, always dressed up in the latest You can never catch me slippin', 'cause I'm never fuckin' playin'
In my own lane, do my own thing Wanna be great, what's it gon' take? People false claim, people gon' hate But you can't worry 'bout them 'Cause they won't change In my own lane, do my own thing Wanna be great, what's it gon' take? People false claim, people gon' hate But you can't worry 'bout them 'Cause they won't change
Compositores: Kenneth Charles Iii Blume (Kenny Beats), Maria-cecilia Simone Kelly ECAD: Obra #20985330