[Intro: Left Lane Didon]
Most infallible
Left Lane
Deuce Deuce
Tre-1
Back Doe Lil Joe
[Verse 1: Left Lane Didon]
Peep
Chase cash, break plates in half
Turn elbows like Nate Diaz, I get busy
At nineteen, I pushed the great E Class
Broke niggas used to hate me bad, my shit chilly
Was baby Willie, now I graudated
My city iffy sometimes I be moving like i ain't got no paper
Operation operator
But when you see me, keep your palms in your pocket, nigga I'm out of favors
I show love, I can't love no more
Niggas I grew up with, I can't hug no more
Peep, I'm connеcted, no underscore
Pull thе brooms out for the sweep, you'll be done in four
I reminisce about Rubin with a cloud and spliff
Thinking "How does God allow this shit?", I feel broken
They shot my nigga at the courts, I'm sick
If the stars align I'm off the hip, my fifth blowing
Blank stare as I'm facing the world
Dirty money on a spin cycle, taking a twirl
Unquestionably thorough, shit, I'm radiant though
Hard in the right place but my brain in the fog
I need a prayer or maybe I need some air
With brodie I got pictures to paint, just bring a chair
You call that nigga 'Family', don't clip him, he get it fair
But then again it always depends on what get you there but yo
Let's keep it player, I'm special at this
I had to over-stand my lane then I connected the gift
Knee-deep in this life, get the measuring stick
They say "Lefty got a medial wrist, shit leaping"
Jumping out the gym, don't run out of wind
Shooters on the bench and they checking in
We 'bout to stress to leave
My wrist got its own necklaces, check the sleeve
Stressed but I'm blessed to be, here
Most infallible
Left Lane
Deuce Deuce
Tre-1
Back Doe Lil Joe
[Verse 1: Left Lane Didon]
Peep
Chase cash, break plates in half
Turn elbows like Nate Diaz, I get busy
At nineteen, I pushed the great E Class
Broke niggas used to hate me bad, my shit chilly
Was baby Willie, now I graudated
My city iffy sometimes I be moving like i ain't got no paper
Operation operator
But when you see me, keep your palms in your pocket, nigga I'm out of favors
I show love, I can't love no more
Niggas I grew up with, I can't hug no more
Peep, I'm connеcted, no underscore
Pull thе brooms out for the sweep, you'll be done in four
I reminisce about Rubin with a cloud and spliff
Thinking "How does God allow this shit?", I feel broken
They shot my nigga at the courts, I'm sick
If the stars align I'm off the hip, my fifth blowing
Blank stare as I'm facing the world
Dirty money on a spin cycle, taking a twirl
Unquestionably thorough, shit, I'm radiant though
Hard in the right place but my brain in the fog
I need a prayer or maybe I need some air
With brodie I got pictures to paint, just bring a chair
You call that nigga 'Family', don't clip him, he get it fair
But then again it always depends on what get you there but yo
Let's keep it player, I'm special at this
I had to over-stand my lane then I connected the gift
Knee-deep in this life, get the measuring stick
They say "Lefty got a medial wrist, shit leaping"
Jumping out the gym, don't run out of wind
Shooters on the bench and they checking in
We 'bout to stress to leave
My wrist got its own necklaces, check the sleeve
Stressed but I'm blessed to be, here
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