wrong lane - trizzmatic lyrics
this new gun say
stainless steel
but still got a stain on the steel
it’s crazy how his brain hit the wheel
then we drown all the thoughts
like the pain isn’t real
knowing somebody’s coming back
and he’s aiming to k!ll
all the sh*t we go through
is building up and it hurts
but only when it’s dark
do demons fill up the church
only light’s from the moon
and it’s dim cause colored windows
won’t let it shine
and it’s scr*w*ng a brother’s mental
n*ggas want wealth and a chain
but can’t get health in their brain
f*ck it man
what else to explain
n*ggas living in a project maze
that’s mad complex
n*ggas feel trapped
so they scr*p the god concept
what’s next
n*ggas creeping and bust tecs
sh*lls hitting the ground
and they squeeze
til there’s none left
ditching the ski mask
clipping the weed fast
shook because you wishing
that a b*tch didn’t see that
and we just riding around
it’s like 3 in the morning
i’m high
you high
she high
we high
and i’m drunk too
but i still know what’s going on
i’m in the back seat
we in the wrong lane
on a back street
and who i’m with
i don’t really trust
and my phone’s on two percent
there’s a gun in the car
i can’t see straight
and n*gga
i just wanna go to the crib
man i swear
that i don’t even like hanging
and this b*tch saying
light up
all it takes is police now to f*ck the night up
you don’t know what a werewolf bout
until you air one out
and all the brain near his ear come out
yo at night
it’s the curb i use
to see the mac rounds
then it’s from a bird eye view
but like a bat now
n*ggas got it all for you
and it’s hard boiled
that’s why i see the fiends stoned like a gargoyle
what they k!lled that n*gga for by the liquor store
was it over pitching raw
white as demi moore
some let the semi roar
and there’s plenty more
who ain’t make it to they gun
now let’s let the henny pour
let it splash for my n*ggas deceased or in the bullpen
so many gone
i ain’t been to the hood since
i don’t like to drive passed it
my mind’s blasted
trying to escape from the things that life flashes
memories
images
trauma
hood crimes
energy
sentences
drama
the good times
i don’t really trust them
that’s why i gotta hustle
they don’t show love in my city
i just got to get it
i stayed on my grind
cause they hate to see you shine
and i don’t really trust them
that’s why i gotta hustle
cause they don’t show no love
they hate to see you
hate to see you shine
you know it’s my time
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