Lyrics:
My life is going on a fast lane
Just can't tell what I have or what I lack
Continue to live by everyday
Pretending who I am
Wooo...
I miss you
cgnes fell asleep and drifted into the other lane.
She left her parents with no children and nobody to blame.
They said, “God's to give and God's
(when you're schoolin' life?)
There's not a real way to live this
For real
Just remember stay relentless
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Don't stop running
your lane
Drive by 128
Hotline just going crazy
We live just know that baby
Cut ties with all the fake ho's
Smokin, I roll away
I'm staring right at my
ZELU By Ifé (Lyrics)
Wahala no dey finish o my brother,
Even when you dey your lane it's driving over,
I don't know why it's difficult
Hands full of Paper cuts from counting Guwalla
Metal on my hip aka da problem Solver
Married to da game met da bitch at The alter
Heard you live by
go when I be switching lanes)
Yea you know it's no fee no fee no fee no fee no fee
(Plant boy but you could call me by a different name)
Oh
Woah
Woah
on board
Like newscasters I have to make my report
I don't mind if you take it by force
But please show some compassion of course or
These are things you
schemin; tryin; to get over n****z like left an right lanes,
different day same s***, I ain't playin' b****,
n****z still got a rusty four-five wit
roaches, ash your rebrew
Sometimes, grind by my lonely fake actions seen through not defined by guidelines
My lane goes back to the roots, I live my life
a different lane won't live in vain
Gotta tell the truth no more playing games
I need healing
No more pain
Going through these battles going through these test
SHERIFF PULLED OUT IN A PUFF OF BLACK SMOKE HAS HIS ENGINE FIRED UP WITH A WIDE OPEN CHOKE HE FLEW BY TRYING TO BEAT THE SUN LIKE A BULLET FIRED
an right
lanes,
different day same shit, I ain't playin bitch,
niggaz still got a rusty four-five wit the same clip, an see,
you can get wit
try to find
A better high
Than memory lane I'm going for a ride
2009
Saturday night
Got weed from a senior, we don't have a light
Borrow your dad's
Black don't krack my nigga
Put racks on that my nigga
Damn right I like the life I live
Damn right I like the life I live
Damn right I like the life I
got wasted by fame
My nigga we come from gutta,
wonder why we can't live like the other
they took the shit from us my nigga we brothers
Don't you
we all know who The Don is by now
Making loot at the pace of a horse race
Now once again my friend, the great paperchase
Here's a taste of life in
I'm NASCAR gassed up
High as a rocket in the sky I'm NASA
You think you're fast bitch I'm faster
Get out my lane let me past you bastard
I'm NASCAR
I live way up in the north of sweden
Don't need to tell you the name of the town
I can find the most things that I need there
Enough happens
live real rad, don't need to worry bout check (don't worry)
I'm living too glad, I can't wait for what God's doing next (do next)
Now Im in new GLE, peep
right by
Oh the drive that life takes
Makes rat race my way or the highway
How 'bout you live what you say
Sit where you lay
Stuck in the pits where you
BECOME SO SILENT
BUT I WILL FIND THE LIGHT AHEAD
BECAUSE ‘ NOW WE ARE OFF THE LANE
WE CAN WALK TOGETHER SIDE BY SIDE
SO THERE IS NO REASON TO SADDEN
grand mama tellin' me, "When you gon' go to church, Chad?"
I'm tryin' to live up to the image that she would want to see,
But I got much foot in
Big Daddy Drip
The Golden Empire
They don't do it like how we do it
Let's get it
I hit the gas, hit 100, in the fast lane
With fuego and ice flowing
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