[Lyric] Lane (MJ Fresh)

I'm swerving in my lane know I run the game
I don't need the fame I'm gone do my thing
They sound the same all these mumble rappers lame
What a shame everybody trying to renegade
I'm swerving in my lane know I run the game
I don't need the fame I'm gone do my thang
They sound the same all these mumble rappers lame
What a shame everybody trying to renegade

Oncе they go and start debating
It just make mе want be great and
On my knees let's get to praying Aiming shooting fighting Satan
One day imma be the greatest
They gon go and tell me save it
But yo someone had to say it
I'm a ride until I make it
They say no cap but then they cap
Ain't spit no facts and hate my raps
Give recaps need a nap
Bring me back take a snap
Like a clap super fast I ain't even got to trap
Need my music on the map (Can't relax) (Fresh)
I know that I'm sinnin never wanna show me winnin
Only show it when I lose but I hate that ugly truth
Hard to even mess with you far away I pray for you
On the low I'm makin moves
I'm swerving in my lane know I run the game
I don't need the fame I'm gone do my thing
They sound the same all these mumble rappers lame
What a shame everybody trying to renegade
I'm swerving in my lane know I run the game
I don't need the fame I'm gone do my thang
They sound the same all these mumble rappers lame
What a shame everybody trying to renegade

Can't be rollin with you and you know it's true
Girls gettin faded making stupid statements
Got my whip plated remember what my name is
Think it make em anxious
You should know the latest shouldn't have to say this
Michigan natives all up in the place and get them hands waving
Eternal life crave it
Called soul savin but I'm misbehaving
Makes the way I talk amazing Better life I'm chasing caught up in the race and
Don't believe that everybody racist
Disagree with facts then they say this
Facts we gotta face and
They just in submission to twisted politicians
Fake news CNN ain't cool tryna take away my tool
I can't let em like a fool on a diet crazy dude
Every minute different mood people tryna change the rules
I just do it how I do
I'm swerving in my lane know I run the game
I don't need the fame I'm gone do my thang
They sound the same all these mumble rappers lame
What a shame everybody trying to renegade
I'm swerving in my lane know I run the game
I don't need the fame I'm gone do my thang
They sound the same all these mumble rappers lame
What a shame everybody trying to renegade

I'm tryna be Christ like
Why can't this and this be right like
Why like right at night I feel temptations since a youngin dodging Satan
Hard to never tell a lie so sinning makes you wanna die bro
But time to grind all throughout the summertime
Workin on myself though I just need the Lord fasho
Satan knocking at the door I slip up and let him in
Swear that there's a couple sins got me battling tryna win
I been working in the gym on a diet trying to win
They was hanging with they friends parties drinking spending bands
Me and my dudes we improve used to think I was too cool
Tell the world I bow for Jesus even though he doesn't need us
He gone feed us what a genius get us through the weakness
On the weekend when you get a wild text and
Wanna make a dumb move hate it but it's so true
What to do where to go when you feeling
So low and I'm always solo
Know my flow is so cold like woah
Drugs I want to roll but need to focus on my soul
Drugs I want to roll got to stop it cuz I know
Crazy far I'm trying go
Young fresh
Jesus on my neck
Praying that I'm next
Either way I'm blessed