Own Lane

[Verse]
All of my people on job
You ain't got what I got
Zz escaping through a nod
Tryna pause my thoughts
LMFAO, they throwing shots
Alright, let's see what you got
Yeah pour it up (Pour it up!)
Morphine in my cupboard piling up
And to think I gave a fuck
Oh my lord, all these fucking suck ups
They must not know that there's nothing to gain
I'm loving my own lane
Y-3'd down, dancing on the beach
To 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, movin' care free
Better watch for Lloyd pop out the alley
I got potters for me, luxury crockery
Come and spill the tea, I know there's lots to tell me
Everything that they say, I just sit and pree the fake
Always balling, finishing songs so I can bake
I want the grossee-grossee grossest
Yerva sending out packs of things potent
Yerva sendin' out packs of things potent
Yeah, I'm on the [?], I'm on go
Foreign snacks sent from the brother
Sipping beer, I'm Simpson Homer
All they talk is blah, haven't you noticed
I'm just smokin', smells the grossest
Smells the grossest