OWN LANE

I lose sleep at night about them racks And if he pillow talk, he put that nigga in

a pack And I was with Lil' Gino, we was skipping

down them tracks He had turned his life to fraud, almost went

and took a nap Whole neighborhood was crip, I had found my

Own lane I was beefing with my daddy, I had learned

the whole game And now you can't tell me shit, I might chop

him like the Braves You can't blame her cause she fucking with

A nigga getting paid Fuckin' with me for them racks, for better

Or worse, til I'm in a hearse, Huncho pulled up with the straps, yeah I

Was fucking his blood, that hoe was my first, my friend I can't wait till he back, yeah, Jeff my