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It's that go getta, lyrical rhyme spitter, from the dirty
Ya heard me
Arkansas to be exact
Arkadelphia stand up
We move at a rate of speed, ya dig
We gotta get to that money quick, no time to waste

I stay in my own lane, 100 miles per hour down the freeway baby
No time for y'all games, I be gettin to this bag thank im stoppin you krazy
I stay in my own lane, pedal to the metal on cruise control
Music Turnt Up, let it sooth my soul. Blowin on this loud, you can tell by the smoke
I stay in my own lane


I been sleepin too long, now it's time to wake up
I smell money in the air, no yawning pimpin, I'm there
Opportunity is knocking so I'm opening my door
No time for dead end jobs or dealing with being poor
If you don't got goals or dreams, don't offer me some good advice
You'll probably get left on read, like promoters begging for bread
I'm tryna breed some positivity, been living pissed for too long
A player in this game mane, and I was built to be strong
Gucci this and Gucci that, and I ain't trying to hear it
And I ain't trying to wear it
Til I'm bubbling off these lyrics
Over these years, ducking, and dodging these prices on my head
I'm lucky to be alive, but sometimes feel like I'm dead
Been in them county jails, stressed out, makin a spread
I want some steaks on my plate and my momma to stay fed
And brothers like Ricky V that keep me motivated
Cause brothers like me get dragged down quick by society
I'm in my own lane


I stay in my own lane, 100 miles per hour down the freeway baby
No time for y'all games, I be gettin to this bag thank im stoppin you krazy
I stay in my own lane, pedal to the metal on cruise control
Music Turnt Up, let it sooth my soul. Blowin on this loud, you can tell by the smoke
I stay in my own lane


I stay in my own lane all gas no brakes
So if you're doing the speed limit stay the fuck out my way
Time is money and money is time, I have none to waste
They say that life is a marathon but I treated like a race
The early bird gets the worm, I'm trying to get to this bag
Griddin day and night, while y'all sitting on yo ass
I'll take ya bitcoin but I like the look and smell of cash
I'm talking greenbacks, the same color as grass
I love dead presidents, I ain't talkin Lorenz Tate
I'm talkin Grant, Jackson and Benjamin Frank
Gotta to get rich or not trying if not, what's the point of livin
I left and came back, Boomerang, no Robin Givens
I'm on a mission, addicted to money like a prescription
Grew up, broke gonna die Rich I swear God is my witness
You got a manifest your destiny for dreams to come true
But I'm wide awake, sleep on me if you want too


I stay in my own lane, 100 miles per hour down the freeway baby
No time for y'all games, I be gettin to this bag thank im stoppin you krazy
I stay in my own lane
Pedal to the metal on cruise control
Music Turnt Up, let it sooth my soul.
Blowin on this loud, you can tell by the smoke
I stay in my own lane