KnewSound feat. Donnie Vibe$, West$ide Dallas, Lance DeVinci & Hasani Vibez -
Knew Tape, Vol. 1: Genesis (Verse 2) [Radio Edit]
No Lane
I need a new lane
You insane
I just saw you, you made me sang
Let me get that brain, Let me get yo' name
Do you got a place, I'm Kurt Cobain
My shot go bang, you plottin' on me
You see this civic, yeah
I whip that thang
Yeah with no lanes
Ain't even in my name
My shorty call me, and say that she not sane
You still my fav, You like my ace
Bitch you my day one
You the reason I pray, but you the reason I hate
I'll probably stay with you
That poker face, that poker face
Look, I been rolling all of my pain away
Safe to say that I lost myself
Taking these niggas to columbine
A peace of mind is what I count as wealth
Creep like tip toes, these hoes got me living life in stealth mode
Treat a bitch like earlobes, penetrate the bitch with this gold
I can flip flows like this, shit
Riding round with my shit, lit
Give a fuck about a op hoe
In the beamer with it, let the top go
Southern nigga who can flip shit
On a nigga bitch with the quickness
I'm a fly nigga I got hits
Got my niggas with me in the six bitch
Day three here I go again
New wave, new thing
Need change, can't wait
Give or take choose ya' fate
I been working on mindset
Shit ain't good unless my mind set
Keep in my mind what God said, and the old heads when they mind straight
I can't judge another man, but another man always testing man
Got me wondering if we'll love again, then I see some don't even love they skin
Love they kin, love they fam
Then I thought about when shit began
Realized there never was, just a couple some that cared for ones
Enough to spread light, a mental fight
Battling some of my own
Pray to god they don't overthrow
Felt like fuck love, just a damaged soul
Here I go, damn my head
Seen another young brother dead, then I went to think about my life
Death always keep me hypnotized
Pop up shop, on yo' block
You in shock, I saw you hating
No don't stop, yes I'm hot
Touch the pot, it took some patience
Pop up shop, on yo' block
You in shock, I saw you hating
No don't stop, yes I'm hot
Touch the pot, it took some patience
You insane
I just saw you, you made me sang
Let me get that brain, Let me get yo' name
Do you got a place, I'm Kurt Cobain
My shot go bang, you plottin' on me
You see this civic, yeah
I whip that thang
Yeah with no lanes
Ain't even in my name
My shorty call me, and say that she not sane
You still my fav, You like my ace
Bitch you my day one
You the reason I pray, but you the reason I hate
I'll probably stay with you
That poker face, that poker face
Look, I been rolling all of my pain away
Safe to say that I lost myself
Taking these niggas to columbine
A peace of mind is what I count as wealth
Creep like tip toes, these hoes got me living life in stealth mode
Treat a bitch like earlobes, penetrate the bitch with this gold
I can flip flows like this, shit
Riding round with my shit, lit
Give a fuck about a op hoe
In the beamer with it, let the top go
Southern nigga who can flip shit
On a nigga bitch with the quickness
I'm a fly nigga I got hits
Got my niggas with me in the six bitch
Day three here I go again
New wave, new thing
Need change, can't wait
Give or take choose ya' fate
I been working on mindset
Shit ain't good unless my mind set
Keep in my mind what God said, and the old heads when they mind straight
I can't judge another man, but another man always testing man
Got me wondering if we'll love again, then I see some don't even love they skin
Love they kin, love they fam
Then I thought about when shit began
Realized there never was, just a couple some that cared for ones
Enough to spread light, a mental fight
Battling some of my own
Pray to god they don't overthrow
Felt like fuck love, just a damaged soul
Here I go, damn my head
Seen another young brother dead, then I went to think about my life
Death always keep me hypnotized
Pop up shop, on yo' block
You in shock, I saw you hating
No don't stop, yes I'm hot
Touch the pot, it took some patience
Pop up shop, on yo' block
You in shock, I saw you hating
No don't stop, yes I'm hot
Touch the pot, it took some patience
Credits
Writer(s): Devon Davis
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