[Chorus: 070 Phi]
I do my own thang
Like I'm in my own lane
I work on my own pain
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
And I need the whole thang
I'm healin' my own pain
And I bring it home, mayne
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
I'm back in the zone, mayne
Like I'm in my own lane
I work on my own pain
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
And I need the whole thang
I'm healin' my own pain
And I bring it home, mayne
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Wait
[Verse 1: 070 Phi]
Back on the wall
Teachers was on me, I grind with the homies
We made it to class from the halls
I see it different, I play my position
I go out and battle the odds
Like I cannot see no more rods
[?] that's squad goals
Ballin' like I'm in Chicago
Back in '94, that's the golden era
Workin' like I can't afford an error
But if I do I know it's ordinary
Can't break me down, can't kill me bruh
Might build me up, might heal me up
See my skills is up, we was raised different
Study wrong, so your grades different
Lazy so your summer days different
When you shine bright then the shade different
High tides, so the waves different
Prime time, I survived times
I had 9 dimes but I made visions, that's work
I wear my heart on my shirt
Like how it look on my sleeve
They'd rather see me in need
I'd rather grow to a king
I'd rather go out and get it
My soul and my spirit intact
So once I get it, I'm giving it back
Know that I really be livin' my raps
Don't feel no pressure, I'm good where I'm at
So what it do?
You should go get back in school
I'ma go get to this math
I'ma go get to that bag
If you just stay in your own lane you won't crash
I do my own thang
Like I'm in my own lane
I work on my own pain
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
And I need the whole thang
I'm healin' my own pain
And I bring it home, mayne
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
I'm back in the zone, mayne
Like I'm in my own lane
I work on my own pain
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
And I need the whole thang
I'm healin' my own pain
And I bring it home, mayne
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Wait
[Verse 1: 070 Phi]
Back on the wall
Teachers was on me, I grind with the homies
We made it to class from the halls
I see it different, I play my position
I go out and battle the odds
Like I cannot see no more rods
[?] that's squad goals
Ballin' like I'm in Chicago
Back in '94, that's the golden era
Workin' like I can't afford an error
But if I do I know it's ordinary
Can't break me down, can't kill me bruh
Might build me up, might heal me up
See my skills is up, we was raised different
Study wrong, so your grades different
Lazy so your summer days different
When you shine bright then the shade different
High tides, so the waves different
Prime time, I survived times
I had 9 dimes but I made visions, that's work
I wear my heart on my shirt
Like how it look on my sleeve
They'd rather see me in need
I'd rather grow to a king
I'd rather go out and get it
My soul and my spirit intact
So once I get it, I'm giving it back
Know that I really be livin' my raps
Don't feel no pressure, I'm good where I'm at
So what it do?
You should go get back in school
I'ma go get to this math
I'ma go get to that bag
If you just stay in your own lane you won't crash
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