Luyện nghe bài hát My Own Lane

If I die and you forget my
I won't cast no shadow, I won't throw no
And if I never get to walk along the of fame
It won't bother me
Because I'm in, I'm in my own

Own lane, with my own sound, my own look,
With my own money, with my own
With my own bars, my own trucks,
my own house, with my own chick,
I want nothing of y'alls
And by me saying with the numbers
I got they say it takes big balls 'cause the big see me
And I might fuck a preposition up for myself as a nobody
Coming up from
they talk to me like I'm a fucking idiot
And they can get me a life I get on my own
But I don't want the life that airheads live
But I guess I get it through that thick-ass skull
Sony hit me up and said wanted the name
Erased from the song that I did with Luke
'Cause they don't want him as a racist
And the song "Outlaw" don't fit his at all
So if you look on at the same damn song
His name got erased eight months ago
And I was if I didn't take his name off the label
Someone was come sue me bro
But I said nothing, I just brushed it off,
I was taught to let bullshit go
So "can you get a outlaw" I'm gone?
I'm not but hopefully someone

If I die and you my name
I won't no shadow, I won't throw no shade
And if I never get to walk along the of fame
It won't me none
I'm in, I'm in my own lane

My own lane, full of black and spray paint, the smell of muscle cars and trucks with old leaks
Shot stills burning way way on the ridge,
I know where they're all at but I ain't no
I'd rather be a outlaw than a bitch,
That's how you end up wrecked laying up in a
And motherfuckers don't get it, but single me out,
For being too damn real I ain't a sellout
Go ahead, away, put the cash in your pocket,
You can be but never ever me bud
I'm normally Churchman, sipping on a Sunday,
A bad motherfucker, hope God me
Hell, what am I
Every falls, God made whiskey and the weed in my palm
And he gave me the soul to off on my songs
And feed off of the emotion I dragging along
So with that being said I get to the Gates
Need a motor in our Chevy an old tailgate
A bottle of the cut in an unlimited tanker,
so clean I could possibly drink it
Just flames for my fanbase and my last name,
Underground kicking I ain't even talk about my
'bout the legacy I'll leave laying up in my state,
The man who never gave his heart to be a fucking

If I die and you my name
I cast no shadow, I won't throw no shade
And if I never get to walk along the hall of
It won't bother me
Because I'm in, I'm in my own