Own Lane - Alex Wiley

Money on the table, money on the floor

One for the bitches, one for the hoes

Money on the table, money on the floor

One for the bitches, one for the hoes

Man in the Chi like Michael

Not a got damn friend in the crew when dropped out of high school

Not a damn plan or a clue what i might do

Trying to figure out what can I do

Should have joined the army, and picked up a rifle

Should have joined my mommy and picked up a bible and a fifth of shottys

And joined a cycle fuck that

I ain’t got no time for the bullshit bitch, fuck that

Lyin niggas ain’t trying to cool shit bitch fuck that

Getting known in the world Getting ice cold

Nigga fuck i look like hitting up night school

Nigga rather rap trap titties with these nice flows nigga

Everybody gotta find their own lane nigga

Cause every body out here trying to get paid

Everybody gotta find their own way nigga

Cause every body out here trying to get paid

Seats way back listening to Anita Baker

Riding by myself smoking weed by the acre

Seats way back listening to Anita Baker

Riding by myself smoking weed by the acre

Money on the table, money on the floor

One for the bitches, one for the hoes

Money on the table, money on the floor

One for the bitches, one for the hoes