Lame (feat. Wiz Khalifa & Rick Ross)

808 Mafia
 Evel Knievel
 Hah
 Southside on the track, yeah
 1-0-1-7
 I'm a cocaine cowboy, got bricks right now, boy
 Just call me and then I'm on the way (On the way)
 They locked my homeboy down, but I hold my partner down
 You know he called me, he good, it's on the way (On the way)
 It's on the way (On the way), you in the way (You in the way)
 Touch down with yay, rain, sunny, cloudy day (Cloudy day)
 No cloudy days (No cloudy days), no rainy days (No rainy days)
 Man, I done had my share of motherfucking rain
 A lot of pain, a lot of chains
 Felt like a slave, all this motherfucking rage (A lot of rage)
 I want a change, I made a change
 So much 'caine, I'm in Sun Valley hall of fame
 I met the twelve, I made her do the walk of shame
 I'm Gucci Mane, that's who I was before the fame
 These clout chasers tryna come up off my name (On my name)
 Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame
 'Cause you's a lame, you's a lame
 Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame (You's a lame)
 You's a lame, 'cause you's a lame
 Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame
 'Cause you's a lame
 Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause
 you's a lame (Won't even talk to y'all niggas)
 'Cause you's a lame, 'cause you's a lame (Taylor Gang)
 Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame (Uh, yeah)
 Bitch, you's a lame, look at my chain (Woah)
 Nothing but diamonds, I could put you on the game
 Your best friend wanna fuck me, that's a shame
 But I don't even hit it, she just give me brain
 My car insane, got so much change
 I made a hundred mil' and never been the same (Goddamn)
 I gained everything 'cause I've been through the pain
 Now if my day is cloudy, I just make it rain
 I keep a hundred bad hoes
 Take the smell on my clothes
 She hit my phone, said she close
 Shop in the store and it's closed (Damn)
 I'm only there if it's hoes
 They say I'm doing the most
 Ever since I've been in first class, I ain't ever went back to coach
 Started playing for the team, now bitch, I'm the coach (Ooh)
 She ain't like me, see my chain, now the bitches approach (Ooh)
 I give her different strokes (Damn)
 I put the dick in her throat (Woah)
 I get the paper and go (Oh)
 I get a mil' and get more, woah, woah
 'Cause you's a lame, you's a lame (Goddamn)
 Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame (Oh my God)
 You's a lame, 'cause you's a lame (Hahahaha)
 Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame
 'Cause you's a lame
 Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame (1017, double M)
 'Cause you's a lame (You a lame), 'cause you's a lame (You a lame)
 Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame (Let's go, nigga)
 Maybach Music
 Brick boy, I'm whipping work up like I'm Nick Gordon
 In a purple 9-11, still in a bidding war
 Belle Harbor, Neiman Marcus, I bought the fifth floor
 Took her shoppin', need it all 'cause fat boy just gettin' more (Me)
 Mailman, he keep peelin' a nigga, Pell Grant (Uh)
 Pants fell, TEC-9, who wanna deal in? (Bang)
 Swimming pool, my shit bigger than at Six Flags
 I just flood all on my hundreds with my rich ass (M-M)
 Bend over, I got a bitch I pay to wipe my ass
 Caught a seizure, I'm the shit, this time I peed my pants
 Check his vital signs, I heard he goin' broke
 Couple cases of champagne, I hear she snortin' coke
 'Cause you's a lame, you's a lame (Maybach Music)
 Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame
 You's a lame, 'cause you's a lame
 Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame
 'Cause you's a lame
 Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame
 'Cause you's a lame, 'cause you's a lame
 Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame
 'Cause you's a lame