Paul-D - Own Lane (feat. Arianna Mi'Chele & Joe Grizz) Lyrics

I hope the universe love you today just like your family
Takin' a risk, makin' a trip in your girlfriend's Camry
Makin' a play to see some Migos down up in Miami
Then have a couple blocks to your name like you Marcus Camby
Get that shit outta here, boy, you just can't post up and score
You just can't change up the rules, nigga, this ain't your court
Find another park to dribble your rock
Even though your handle's good, does it match with your shot
If not, keep workin' on it
Cause any given moment, they'll put the double team on you
You gotta show that you got aim
You can't always do crossovers to get yourself out of situations
They on defense, so keep showin' off, they gon' take it
That's just the basics, face it
You ain't fit for this game
You ain't cut from that cloth, this just ain't your thing
I understand it for sure, although it's simple and plain
Don't try to follow other niggas, Brody, stay in your lane
Even when it's all bad, know it's all good
Brush that shit off like it's all shrugs
Kanye style, though it's all love
You ain't a hood nigga, nigga, you just from the hood
Get your own lane, get your, get your own lane
Don't you cross that dotted line
Get your own lane, get your, get your own lane
Stay the f*ck up out mine
Get your own lane, get your, get your own lane
You swervin' with no blinkers on
Get your own lane, get your, get your own lane
Your high beams tryin' to stop my shine
Ain't sure what type of shit you on
But time to get on it, wise up, get your own, boy
Ain't sure what type of shit you on
But time to get on it, wise up, get your own, boy
Yeah, since birth I was mixed up
Just a square tryin' to fit in a circular holes
Feet flat to the earth on a circular globe
Tryin' to figure out when and how I would circle the globe
Yessir, remember Yearbook Day in 10th grade
Man, I wasn't signin' nothin', I was circlin' hoes
Tryin' to cut somethin' like circular saws
I wasn't picky, coulda been the first to pick up
Or the first one that called me
Desperate, I had homies who got some yoni like at 13
Least that's what they told me, only 16
Not really horny, but desperation was a B - I - itch
That I was steady, tryin' to scratch
Still ignorin' the facts that I was made different
Not intended for lane switching
Funny how when I paid them no mind, that's when they paid attention
Jon B came out, I was the shit then
Since then, refused to be fenced in
To fit in, get with it
Get your own lane, get your, get your own lane
Don't you cross that dotted line
Get your own lane, get your, get your own lane
Stay the f*ck up out mine
Get your own lane, get your, get your own lane
You swervin' with no blinkers on
Get your own lane, get your, get your own lane
Your high beams tryin' to stop my shine
Ain't sure what type of shit you on
But time to get on it, wise up, get your own, boy