Lane Kalled Slow
I'm a go ain't no probably or no maybe
Bitches say that they hate me but they probably want my baby
Haters in my face but I treat 'em like they got rabies
Grew up in the 90's but act like I'm from the 80's
Ladies love a nigga with paper 'cause it's they poison
Really tho' my pockets ain't bubbling hoe they boiling
I ain't trippin' I'm chippin' like Chips-a-Hoy and
I don't like too many niggaz around me 'cause they annoying
Money make ya head get bigger than a Samoan
Haters wanna murder a nigga because he glowing
I know ya chick is having my baby because she showing
And the last time I hit it I fucked her like she was hoe'n
Is it snowing or not I gotta get rich
Grind on my mind you'll never get me to switch
I'm all about my scratch like a itch
Hand on my dick 'cause baby life is a bitch
Life in a lane called slow
Used to move crack, move blow
What I'm doing now I don't know
Rappin' trying to make this shit blow
Life in a lane called slow
Used to move crack, move blow
What I'm doing now I don't know
Rappin' trying to make this shit blow
I'm in a cold jail cell full of ignorant gang scribble
Barely got a window to look at the rain drizzle
News say somebody got shot with a 4-nickel
And coincidental my celly caught with the same pistol
Niggaz tickle me with that hating on me for nuttin'
I can snatch yo' fuckin' life with the simple push of a button...
(Hello)
Yeah these niggaz frontin'
(Tell me where they at and immediately we huntin')
I ain't into punkin' or getting punked I'm a "G" tho'
If you come at me too saucy I'll open up yo' burrito
You can get murdered on Friday thinking you Deebo
Bullet in your placebo 'fo the video go on Vevo
I'm a goon I'm a hustling nigga trappin' for figures
I want love like I'm Pac with a knot bigger than Jigga's
I'm sick of nobody's doubting I'm 'bout them triggers
Never Ignorant Getting Goals Accomplished
We call it N.I.G.G.A.
Life in a lane called slow
Used to move crack, move blow
What I'm doing now I don't know
Rappin' trying to make this shit blow
Life in a lane called slow
Used to move crack, move blow
What I'm doing now I don't know
Rappin' trying to make this shit blow
Give me mine and if not I gotta come get it
Niggaz claim to be ballin' but they never stay on they pivot
You pushing work, you been doing dirt I can dig it
But don't take off ya' thinking cap you do and 2 in ya' fitted
It's a world full of hustlers, gritters, killers, gorillas
Baby nines on us consider us babysitters
Telling you now don't you fuck with my hitters
We don't wanna bury ya' but shit'll get hairier than Chinchillas
Cartier frames I'm rare I'm not in your breed
Haters talk shit but barely know how to read
These silly niggaz gon' learn about me or bleed
Keep pumping up ya' homie I'll smoke ya' homie like weed
I don't threaten nobody but better believe me guy
Take ya' muthafuckin' life have you telling your people 'bye'
These hollows out of this Desert Eagle will fly
So don't mean-mug me hater look in the eagle eye!
Life in a lane called slow
Used to move crack, move blow
What I'm doing now I don't know
Rappin' trying to make this shit blow
Life in a lane called slow
Used to move crack, move blow
What I'm doing now I don't know
Rappin' trying to make this shit blow
Bitches say that they hate me but they probably want my baby
Haters in my face but I treat 'em like they got rabies
Grew up in the 90's but act like I'm from the 80's
Ladies love a nigga with paper 'cause it's they poison
Really tho' my pockets ain't bubbling hoe they boiling
I ain't trippin' I'm chippin' like Chips-a-Hoy and
I don't like too many niggaz around me 'cause they annoying
Money make ya head get bigger than a Samoan
Haters wanna murder a nigga because he glowing
I know ya chick is having my baby because she showing
And the last time I hit it I fucked her like she was hoe'n
Is it snowing or not I gotta get rich
Grind on my mind you'll never get me to switch
I'm all about my scratch like a itch
Hand on my dick 'cause baby life is a bitch
Life in a lane called slow
Used to move crack, move blow
What I'm doing now I don't know
Rappin' trying to make this shit blow
Life in a lane called slow
Used to move crack, move blow
What I'm doing now I don't know
Rappin' trying to make this shit blow
I'm in a cold jail cell full of ignorant gang scribble
Barely got a window to look at the rain drizzle
News say somebody got shot with a 4-nickel
And coincidental my celly caught with the same pistol
Niggaz tickle me with that hating on me for nuttin'
I can snatch yo' fuckin' life with the simple push of a button...
(Hello)
Yeah these niggaz frontin'
(Tell me where they at and immediately we huntin')
I ain't into punkin' or getting punked I'm a "G" tho'
If you come at me too saucy I'll open up yo' burrito
You can get murdered on Friday thinking you Deebo
Bullet in your placebo 'fo the video go on Vevo
I'm a goon I'm a hustling nigga trappin' for figures
I want love like I'm Pac with a knot bigger than Jigga's
I'm sick of nobody's doubting I'm 'bout them triggers
Never Ignorant Getting Goals Accomplished
We call it N.I.G.G.A.
Life in a lane called slow
Used to move crack, move blow
What I'm doing now I don't know
Rappin' trying to make this shit blow
Life in a lane called slow
Used to move crack, move blow
What I'm doing now I don't know
Rappin' trying to make this shit blow
Give me mine and if not I gotta come get it
Niggaz claim to be ballin' but they never stay on they pivot
You pushing work, you been doing dirt I can dig it
But don't take off ya' thinking cap you do and 2 in ya' fitted
It's a world full of hustlers, gritters, killers, gorillas
Baby nines on us consider us babysitters
Telling you now don't you fuck with my hitters
We don't wanna bury ya' but shit'll get hairier than Chinchillas
Cartier frames I'm rare I'm not in your breed
Haters talk shit but barely know how to read
These silly niggaz gon' learn about me or bleed
Keep pumping up ya' homie I'll smoke ya' homie like weed
I don't threaten nobody but better believe me guy
Take ya' muthafuckin' life have you telling your people 'bye'
These hollows out of this Desert Eagle will fly
So don't mean-mug me hater look in the eagle eye!
Life in a lane called slow
Used to move crack, move blow
What I'm doing now I don't know
Rappin' trying to make this shit blow
Life in a lane called slow
Used to move crack, move blow
What I'm doing now I don't know
Rappin' trying to make this shit blow
Credits
Writer(s): Brian Price, Omni Beats, Omnibeats
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