Y'all gonna know my name
And y'all better stay in y'all lane
Can't beat me at my own game
I been smokin on good strains
Y'all gonna know my name
And y'all better stay in y'all lane
Can't beat me at my own game
I been smokin on good strains
I been running from my past
And makin laps
I said f*ck school
Cause I'm in the trap
I can never stay to focused on a bitch
Cause in the end yea somehow they gonna switch
Not the type to flex on snap
Or go and boast
But when I make it me
And gang will have a toast
To the ones who hated on me
From the rip
When i fell off
They the ones who dipped
I have a vault stored in my heart for pain
But it's too full makin me insane
I can smoke out the pound to numb it tho
But I get too paranoid who friend or foe
Got a genie lamp full of all my flows
Never trust a hoe
They don't know how much I know
Once he feelin sober yea the real rat
Is gonna show
I done worked ass off
And I made some sacrifices
Still haven't hit blast off
Still cookin with erbs and spices
Y'all gonna know my name
And y'all better stay in y'all lane
Can't beat me at my own game
I been smokin on good strains
So let's count this cash
Get that girl to shake her ass
Yea this ain't no six flags
We ain't given out a pass
Tryna chase a bag
Finna get it fast
I was down bad
Then I had to get up off my ass
So that mean no excuses
I don't f*ck with pick and choosers
Erryone think that I'm a loser
But I'm jus antisocial
As of late yea not so hopeful
Am I ever gonna make it
See the risk I have to take it
All these late nights getting faded
But I'm still so aggravated
Are u ever always tired
But to wake up
U jus get higher
And u always scared of liars
Who is u
He got a wire
Ghost rider
With the fire
Like Scarface
With the A R
I move silent
Under radar
Or commando
With the A K
I've been working a pay day
Almost fell off yelllin mayday
But I made it back the same day
Tell me do u feel the same way
Or u jus like the others
I don't snitch on u like tre way
I can't do that to my brothers
Y'all gonna know my name
And y'all better stay in y'all lane
Can't beat me at my own game
I been smokin on good strains
This my own game
Mario kart my own lane
Sellin that gas like propane
Don't test me I know pain
Took 2 Os and flipped them quick
And Reupped on the next pack then
Sold it all in 90 minutes thumbing through the back end
Run this like GTA
I got by myself
I'm too focused on money
Too be worried bout my health
I'm playing in my own game
And Beating all the levels
Joke is on the player tho
He playin he with the devil
LamTheRapper - My Own Game (feat. Keep Calm) Lyrics
LamTheRapper - My Own Game (feat. Keep Calm) Lyrics
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Y'all gonna know my name
And y'all better stay in y'all lane
Can't beat me at my own game
I been smokin on good strains
Y'all gonna know my name
And y'all better stay in y'all lane
Can't beat me at my own game
I been smokin on good strains
I been running from my past
And makin laps
I said f*ck school
Cause I'm in the trap
I can never stay to focused on a bitch
Cause in the end yea somehow they gonna switch
Not the type to flex on snap
Or go and boast
But when I make it me
And gang will have a toast
To the ones who hated on me
From the rip
When i fell off
They the ones who dipped
I have a vault stored in my heart for pain
But it's too full makin me insane
I can smoke out the pound to numb it tho
But I get too paranoid who friend or foe
Got a genie lamp full of all my flows
Never trust a hoe
They don't know how much I know
Once he feelin sober yea the real rat
Is gonna show
I done worked ass off
And I made some sacrifices
Still haven't hit blast off
Still cookin with erbs and spices
Y'all gonna know my name
And y'all better stay in y'all lane
Can't beat me at my own game
I been smokin on good strains
So let's count this cash
Get that girl to shake her ass
Yea this ain't no six flags
We ain't given out a pass
Tryna chase a bag
Finna get it fast
I was down bad
Then I had to get up off my ass
So that mean no excuses
I don't f*ck with pick and choosers
Erryone think that I'm a loser
But I'm jus antisocial
As of late yea not so hopeful
Am I ever gonna make it
See the risk I have to take it
All these late nights getting faded
But I'm still so aggravated
Are u ever always tired
But to wake up
U jus get higher
And u always scared of liars
Who is u
He got a wire
Ghost rider
With the fire
Like Scarface
With the A R
I move silent
Under radar
Or commando
With the A K
I've been working a pay day
Almost fell off yelllin mayday
But I made it back the same day
Tell me do u feel the same way
Or u jus like the others
I don't snitch on u like tre way
I can't do that to my brothers
Y'all gonna know my name
And y'all better stay in y'all lane
Can't beat me at my own game
I been smokin on good strains
This my own game
Mario kart my own lane
Sellin that gas like propane
Don't test me I know pain
Took 2 Os and flipped them quick
And Reupped on the next pack then
Sold it all in 90 minutes thumbing through the back end
Run this like GTA
I got by myself
I'm too focused on money
Too be worried bout my health
I'm playing in my own game
And Beating all the levels
Joke is on the player tho
He playin he with the devil
And y'all better stay in y'all lane
Can't beat me at my own game
I been smokin on good strains
Y'all gonna know my name
And y'all better stay in y'all lane
Can't beat me at my own game
I been smokin on good strains
I been running from my past
And makin laps
I said f*ck school
Cause I'm in the trap
I can never stay to focused on a bitch
Cause in the end yea somehow they gonna switch
Not the type to flex on snap
Or go and boast
But when I make it me
And gang will have a toast
To the ones who hated on me
From the rip
When i fell off
They the ones who dipped
I have a vault stored in my heart for pain
But it's too full makin me insane
I can smoke out the pound to numb it tho
But I get too paranoid who friend or foe
Got a genie lamp full of all my flows
Never trust a hoe
They don't know how much I know
Once he feelin sober yea the real rat
Is gonna show
I done worked ass off
And I made some sacrifices
Still haven't hit blast off
Still cookin with erbs and spices
Y'all gonna know my name
And y'all better stay in y'all lane
Can't beat me at my own game
I been smokin on good strains
So let's count this cash
Get that girl to shake her ass
Yea this ain't no six flags
We ain't given out a pass
Tryna chase a bag
Finna get it fast
I was down bad
Then I had to get up off my ass
So that mean no excuses
I don't f*ck with pick and choosers
Erryone think that I'm a loser
But I'm jus antisocial
As of late yea not so hopeful
Am I ever gonna make it
See the risk I have to take it
All these late nights getting faded
But I'm still so aggravated
Are u ever always tired
But to wake up
U jus get higher
And u always scared of liars
Who is u
He got a wire
Ghost rider
With the fire
Like Scarface
With the A R
I move silent
Under radar
Or commando
With the A K
I've been working a pay day
Almost fell off yelllin mayday
But I made it back the same day
Tell me do u feel the same way
Or u jus like the others
I don't snitch on u like tre way
I can't do that to my brothers
Y'all gonna know my name
And y'all better stay in y'all lane
Can't beat me at my own game
I been smokin on good strains
This my own game
Mario kart my own lane
Sellin that gas like propane
Don't test me I know pain
Took 2 Os and flipped them quick
And Reupped on the next pack then
Sold it all in 90 minutes thumbing through the back end
Run this like GTA
I got by myself
I'm too focused on money
Too be worried bout my health
I'm playing in my own game
And Beating all the levels
Joke is on the player tho
He playin he with the devil
Writer: Caroline Hullihen, Kyle Trout
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid