Third Lane
Uh
Yeah
Yo...
In and out my third lane
Dipping from the sheriff Mayne
Blowing purp behind the tent
Relaxing my nerves Mayne
On my side of every fly
Puerto Rican bird brain
Shots of that Patron
Got her swirling Like a Hurricane
When I say my third lane
I'm meaning my comfort zone
On either 695 or controlling this microphone
Still reach it through tougher times
While riding that Rocky Road
Holding that 45 for niggas out of control
Sometimes I got to remind my homies to keep composure
Y'all wildin out in that club life every weekend over
Running through chick
After chick they hitting his Motorola
He's spitting that Pimpin
Gripping them colder than Nova Scotia!
Throughout my many attempts
To enjoy my special moments
My daughter Chayse keeping me in the race
That's my first-born
Love to see the look on your face
But the thought of you just makes me
Keep my foot on the pace and that's great
So many clouds in the sky
And I'm just trying to get my shine
I got my eyes on the prize
So it's a matter if I can reach my Prime
'Cuz I'm a product of my environment
That tries to take my life
So many clouds in the sky, in the sky
Let me shine
Shit is getting too critical
Living like it's despicable
Flip from flipping them biscuits
To sitting sick in an Institute
Niggas get murdered in Baltimore like a ritual
I've been keeping my head above water
Like I was swimming dude
Never been one to cause drama with the next man
Having my problems compacted
Like some wet sands
Making my way up out of the hood was the best plan
Them Choppers and techs spraying
Ain't got to be next fam
Just slide to the next land
Follow the rules to pursue the paper
Give haters a rude awakening
Yes man!
Trained as a youngster
Blowing green and hanging amongst
The most famous of hustlers
Who'da knew the pain
I would suffer with change every month 'cuz
My niggas dying, bitches lying
Struggling trying to get by
In the hood it's like rocket science
Make me want to pour a shot of the goose
Kind of tipsy but I know just what I'm swerving into
Third
So many clouds in the sky
And I'm just trying to get my shine
I got my eyes on the prize
So it's a matter if I can reach my Prime
'Cuz I'm a product of my environment
That tries to take my life
So many clouds in the sky, in the sky
Let me shine
Yeah
Yo...
In and out my third lane
Dipping from the sheriff Mayne
Blowing purp behind the tent
Relaxing my nerves Mayne
On my side of every fly
Puerto Rican bird brain
Shots of that Patron
Got her swirling Like a Hurricane
When I say my third lane
I'm meaning my comfort zone
On either 695 or controlling this microphone
Still reach it through tougher times
While riding that Rocky Road
Holding that 45 for niggas out of control
Sometimes I got to remind my homies to keep composure
Y'all wildin out in that club life every weekend over
Running through chick
After chick they hitting his Motorola
He's spitting that Pimpin
Gripping them colder than Nova Scotia!
Throughout my many attempts
To enjoy my special moments
My daughter Chayse keeping me in the race
That's my first-born
Love to see the look on your face
But the thought of you just makes me
Keep my foot on the pace and that's great
So many clouds in the sky
And I'm just trying to get my shine
I got my eyes on the prize
So it's a matter if I can reach my Prime
'Cuz I'm a product of my environment
That tries to take my life
So many clouds in the sky, in the sky
Let me shine
Shit is getting too critical
Living like it's despicable
Flip from flipping them biscuits
To sitting sick in an Institute
Niggas get murdered in Baltimore like a ritual
I've been keeping my head above water
Like I was swimming dude
Never been one to cause drama with the next man
Having my problems compacted
Like some wet sands
Making my way up out of the hood was the best plan
Them Choppers and techs spraying
Ain't got to be next fam
Just slide to the next land
Follow the rules to pursue the paper
Give haters a rude awakening
Yes man!
Trained as a youngster
Blowing green and hanging amongst
The most famous of hustlers
Who'da knew the pain
I would suffer with change every month 'cuz
My niggas dying, bitches lying
Struggling trying to get by
In the hood it's like rocket science
Make me want to pour a shot of the goose
Kind of tipsy but I know just what I'm swerving into
Third
So many clouds in the sky
And I'm just trying to get my shine
I got my eyes on the prize
So it's a matter if I can reach my Prime
'Cuz I'm a product of my environment
That tries to take my life
So many clouds in the sky, in the sky
Let me shine
Credits
Writer(s): Paolo Di Carlo, Stanton Greene
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