[Lyric] Own Lane (Rapallo)

[Verse]

All of my people on job
You ain't got what I got
Z z escaping through a nod
Trynna' pause my thoughts
Lmfao they throwing shots
Alright lets see what you got
Yeah pour it up, morphine in my cupboard piling up
And to think I give fuck
Oh my lord all these fucking suck ups
They must not know that there is nothing to gain
I'm loving my own lane
Y-3 down dancing on the beach
I'll show you how to love 2019 on repeat
Ferragamo feet white linen for my sheets
Sip Pocari Sweat call me an athlete
I'm just doing me, moving care free
Better watch for Lloyd pop out the alley
I got potters for me luxury crockery
Come spill the tea I know there is lots to tell me
Everything that they say I just sit an pre the fake
Always balling finishing songs so I can bake
I want the grossee-grossee grossest
Yerva sending out packs of things potent
Foreign snacks sent from the brother
Sipping beer I'm Simpson Homer
All they talk is blah haven't you noticed
What I'm smoking smells the grossest