Luyện nghe bài hát My Own Lane

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

Own lane, my own sound, with my own look,
With my own money, with my own
With my own bars, my own trucks,
With my own house, my own chick,
I don't want nothing of
And by me saying with the numbers
I got say it takes big balls 'cause the big leagues see me
And I might fuck a preposition up for as a nobody dude
up from Tennessee
Yeah they talk to me like I'm a fucking
And can get me a life I can't 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 Combs
'Cause they don't him labeled as a racist
And the song "Outlaw" fit his image at all
So if you look on at the same damn song
His name got erased about months ago
And I was if I didn't take his name off the label
was gonna come sue me bro
But I said nothing, I just brushed it off,
I was always taught to let go
So "can you get a outlaw" after I'm
I'm not sure but hopefully

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 bother me
I'm in, I'm in my own lane

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

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