Own Lane by Cruddy Murda
Own Lane by Cruddy Murda

Own Lane

Cruddy Murda * Track #14 On Paint the World

Own Lane Lyrics

[Intro]
Damn
Ay Cruddy
Gang
[Chorus]
I made my own lane, how you runnin to me?
Don't talk about 20, made that in my sleep
2 bands ain't shit, spent that on my jeans
I make her bend over then go in between
It's crazy, they think they can fuck with me
I get out that car and drop bout a buck fifty
They yelling out "fire" (?)
I ain't gon lie, I'm gettin' tired of the nonsense
She feel to the top, don't touch her
I sing to this bitch, I be thinking I'm Usher
It's somethin' bout this bitch, man, I just gotta fuck her
Goin' through shit, she be callin' her mother
Niggas gon come up with hate shit, I'm used to it
Playin' with racks, I ain't new to it
If Sneaky get on you, don't movе stupid
That money, don't know what it do to you
[Verse]
I swear I be goin' through shit
You don't еven know 'bout this life that I live
The way shit going, might start having kids
Every other day I be hittin' the road
(?) got yac, he be over the stove
You survived them shots but it's taken a toll
Rollin' with 60 but I call em crow
I see it, I'm taking advantage
Push that button, I bet you you panic
If I give you my heart, don't take it for granted
They think I'm too high, but really I'm plannin'
I'm sippin' this cup for my energy
Pulled out some green, that shit started killing me
I know it's a snake, boy, he moving too fidgety
Watch what I do next, they gon remember me
[Chorus]
I made my own lane, how you runnin to me?
Don't talk about 20, made that in my sleep
2 bands ain't shit, spent that on my jeans
I make her bend over then go in between
It's crazy, they think they can fuck with me
I get out that car and drop bout a buck fifty
They yelling out "fire" (?)
I ain't gon lie, I'm gettin' tired of the nonsense
She feel to the top, don't touch her
I sing to this bitch, I be thinking I'm Usher
It's somethin' bout this bitch, man, I just gotta fuck her
Goin' through shit, she be callin' her mother
Niggas gon come up with hate shit, I'm used to it
Playin' with racks, I ain't new to it
If Sneaky get on you, don't move stupid
That money, don't know what it do to you

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