Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I stay in my lane I don't got everything
But I'm feelin myself I'm a God I'm a king
Wake that shit up nigga follow your dreams and then count that shit up wit a money machine
I can't stand these snitches
And I can't stand broke bitches
I'm from the land of the trenches
Yeah yeah yeah
Wakin' shit up wit a dolla a dream and I'm countin' shit up wit a money machine
Shoutout to Brielle thats my lil queen while I'm walkin' this earth she deserve everything
We keep putting in work so the worries could leave
I'm preserving my worth cuz I move like a king
It's up to me on how far I go
I never seen my mama cry so long
I can't believe my daddy died he gone
Got every reason not to call my phone
Cuz every dream I have is like he back home
Yeah life keep on steppin' on me so I thank everybody who check up on me
Still gon be straight cuz that check up on me
And I fell on my face I got back on my feet
I been doing my thang exceptionally
This my testimony
Nah ain't no more flexin on me
Yea we doin it effortlessly
I stay in my lane I don't got everything
But I'm feelin myself I'm a God I'm a king
Wake that shit up nigga follow your dreams and then count that shit up wit a money machine
I can't stand these snitches
And I can't stand broke bitches
I'm from the land of the trenches
Yeah yeah yeah
I never seen my mama cry so long
I can't believe my daddy died he gone
Got every reason not to call my phone
Cuz every dream I have is like he back home
Hitta 3xs - Stay in my lane Lyrics
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I stay in my lane I don't got everything
But I'm feelin myself I'm a God I'm a king
Wake that shit up nigga follow your dreams and then count that shit up wit a money machine
I can't stand these snitches
And I can't stand broke bitches
I'm from the land of the trenches
Yeah yeah yeah
Wakin' shit up wit a dolla a dream and I'm countin' shit up wit a money machine
Shoutout to Brielle thats my lil queen while I'm walkin' this earth she deserve everything
We keep putting in work so the worries could leave
I'm preserving my worth cuz I move like a king
It's up to me on how far I go
I never seen my mama cry so long
I can't believe my daddy died he gone
Got every reason not to call my phone
Cuz every dream I have is like he back home
Yeah life keep on steppin' on me so I thank everybody who check up on me
Still gon be straight cuz that check up on me
And I fell on my face I got back on my feet
I been doing my thang exceptionally
This my testimony
Nah ain't no more flexin on me
Yea we doin it effortlessly
I stay in my lane I don't got everything
But I'm feelin myself I'm a God I'm a king
Wake that shit up nigga follow your dreams and then count that shit up wit a money machine
I can't stand these snitches
And I can't stand broke bitches
I'm from the land of the trenches
Yeah yeah yeah
I never seen my mama cry so long
I can't believe my daddy died he gone
Got every reason not to call my phone
Cuz every dream I have is like he back home
I stay in my lane I don't got everything
But I'm feelin myself I'm a God I'm a king
Wake that shit up nigga follow your dreams and then count that shit up wit a money machine
I can't stand these snitches
And I can't stand broke bitches
I'm from the land of the trenches
Yeah yeah yeah
Wakin' shit up wit a dolla a dream and I'm countin' shit up wit a money machine
Shoutout to Brielle thats my lil queen while I'm walkin' this earth she deserve everything
We keep putting in work so the worries could leave
I'm preserving my worth cuz I move like a king
It's up to me on how far I go
I never seen my mama cry so long
I can't believe my daddy died he gone
Got every reason not to call my phone
Cuz every dream I have is like he back home
Yeah life keep on steppin' on me so I thank everybody who check up on me
Still gon be straight cuz that check up on me
And I fell on my face I got back on my feet
I been doing my thang exceptionally
This my testimony
Nah ain't no more flexin on me
Yea we doin it effortlessly
I stay in my lane I don't got everything
But I'm feelin myself I'm a God I'm a king
Wake that shit up nigga follow your dreams and then count that shit up wit a money machine
I can't stand these snitches
And I can't stand broke bitches
I'm from the land of the trenches
Yeah yeah yeah
I never seen my mama cry so long
I can't believe my daddy died he gone
Got every reason not to call my phone
Cuz every dream I have is like he back home
Writer: brandon johnson
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