Amoneygreen - IN MY OWN LANE (OUTRO) Lyrics

I watched them all count me out, But they must be bad at math
All that pillow talkin' and pocket watchin', I just have to laugh
In my own lane, Ain't no traffic, I just mash the gas
Stayin' down, Standin' on bidness, Could teach a masterclass

They ain't believe, they was shady, now look at the aftermath
I see the pape in my reach, Just gotta grab the cash
Attracted to them city girls, That be actin' bad
Time to celebrate, Champagne showers, Gotta splash a bath
All I ever wanna do is win, Then win again
It all started goin' up, Once I felt like him again
Crazy how you made it work, when your chances slim n thin
Bronx nigga from uptown, So I'm Stompin' in my Timberlands
Real street nigga, I ain't grow up on the internet
Hoes love the way I talk, and they love my intellect
F*ck niggas low-key hatin', Cuz A been a threat
True to this, Not new to this, Boy I been a vet
2-0-4-0, We bout' to f*ck it up
I ain't need no hook on this, I'm throwin' all uppercuts
Known for heavy punchin, You better tell these suckers duck
Never did no crime, You not mob, N you won't knock or buck

I watched them all count me out, But they must be bad at math
All that pillow talkin' and pocket watchin', I just have to laugh
In my own lane, Ain't no traffic, I just mash the gas
Stayin' down, Standin' on bidness, Could teach a masterclass

Should put my odds on Fanduel, See if they gon' bet against me
I don't be up in the mix, You better never mix me
I can't walk in another nigga's shoes, Cuz they uh never fit me
Like I'm fresh up out the kitchen, Chicken Hella crispy
On a whole nother frequency, since I started rappin' fast
5-0-0-0-0-0, I'm tryna stack a half
Used to walk around my scale on me, So ain't no tappin' bags
In the club, pack of ones, grabbin' buns and smackin' ass
If I'm round some Baddies, Only time i'll pass da grass
Rizzed up your ho, Cuz she love my trapper swag
Over the last year, Puttin' up numbers, But they ain't factor that
This game get tricky, Somethin' you gotta adapt ta fast
Showed 'em that I'm real, So you don't even have to ask
If I keep pushin' how I'm pushin', Ima have a bag
Feel like I was way too humble, They said I have to brag
I gotta charge 'em what I'm worth and then I'll add the tax

I watched them all count me out, But they must be bad at math
All that pillow talkin' and pocket watchin', I just have to laugh
In my own lane, Ain't no traffic, I just mash the gas
Stayin' down, Standin' on bidness, Could teach a masterclass