Switch This Up In A Different Lane (feat. Mr Donovan)

Sun is down Freezing cold My wallet cant even fold Making money till I'm old Making bands (making bands) counting 4 aye I don't trap I don't rap But I still get paid That boy wanna act tuff Leave him in a grave Dropping plinko balls on vave Pass that to Cain Pass that to pain fuckers be insane Boy but you know I'm the same Strap tucked never gonna lack luck That why they singing on Who is Cain? Never gonna be the same With out me inside your brain Give this back to my boy Cause he'll switch this up in a different lane Aye I'm tryma turn rap to a business Put cash in elastic bands in plastic bags Turn racks to riches Make love with racks not bitches Walkin round the pub with boy seven eleven Nigga checked my id and it said 07 Something that you gotta know about me Is that I'm always tall Always making stacks no time for that No need no time for booty calls I made it out alive From the place I lived alone Keysey is the place I called home Turned my back and this bitch made me Broke and made me get a loan Bro I lost so much fucking money bro Bro are you serious bro how much you loose? Like 250 or something F*ck bro that's Its alright Its alright You know what bro? Put another 50 in Yeah F*CK They know my name is Cain I don't put no money in this game I watch my boy go all in and I just press play Nigga I'm sorry I don't even know what to say Sorry bro (all good) but I'm bout to go insane like Makin a killing gonna be a villain Healin feelin your leavin and you know I'm stealin Dealing dreaming never gonna be the same without You creeping in my feelings Turned down red now your in my head Last night you were laying in my bed Got mislead that's not fair gave me the glare Rolling her fingers through my hair Life's a gamble so I roll the dice Fucked around and I paid the price Fucked around not once but twice Lungs are fucked they oxidized Left wrist gleaming cold as ice She got the cake can I get a slice She said its good she said its nice Messed up and I'm jeopardized Alright Now switch this up in a different pace Going real fast this shit is a race Smoke that doobie straight to the face Hol' up I think I just got laced Coughing up a storm my chest in pain Kicking back writing rhymes with Cain (who is Cain?) They all fake they all lame We gon' switch this up in a different lane I just sent you another 20 Aight bet