Own Lane - Intellectual

[Runjozi: Hook]

Surfing through the city like the subway

Running up them numbers like I'm cold play

Put me on a track I make my own lane

Own lane yeah I make my own lane

Surfing through the city like the subway

Running up them numbers like I'm cold play

Put me on a track I make my own lane

Own lane yeah I make my own lane

I made my own way

You do not know me

I brought niggas out the trap, where it was lowly

Mamba like Kobe, I keep it low-key

And only one in ten niggas out here who know me dawg

So fuck all the malice yeah

Deep down I'm a rider yeah

Told my brothers once I get back it's Gucci yeah

It's Versace toppings, double G's and weed all year

Knew I gotta hit the road, scared as hell still I faced my fears

Man I was dead broke, I had no dough had to do it myself

Worked for everything that I've gotten didn't get gifted no shelf

'fore you come for my craft, try and do it yourself

They rather spend cash on bottles than to help your shit sell

Damn bro still I wish you well

Surfing through the city music got me feeling litty

And I feel just like rafiki when I get a little tipsy

And I'm ugh, with my homies it's gon' always be a vibe

Making waves just like the tides, and we never gon' divide oh yeah

Try to come between us we gon' slide oh yeah

If a homie got some runs boy we gon' ride oh yeah

Don't really care what you thought

And it's money to be made, so be sure that we gon' trap all year

Surfing through the city like the subway

Running up them numbers like I'm cold play

Put me on a track I make my own lane

Own lane yeah I make my own lane