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left lane didon - phyllis hyman كلمات الأغنية

[intro: left lane didon]
sh_t n_gga
gonna send this sh_t off right, y’heard me?
it’s lefty
yo, peep
immobiliare get the money, that’s well known
immobiliare get the money, that’s well known
immobilia_ man i’m off that sh_t, for real

[verse 1: left lane didon]
yo
peep
food for thought, i do the dishes too
just to get it through to n_ggas view that i’m a different hue at kicking jewels
been getting fools since you was kicking through the womb and hit the room
in the new for positions and they assist us too
been flipping fools since that skipping school, sh_t was cool
been getting choosed on since iron mike pigeon cooped
n_gga, who? n_gga, what?
n_ggas try and prove that these n_ggas tough but n_gga i don’t give a f_ck
thеy saying “lane the next dana danе”
plain jane with the day to day, abrasive game, embrace the pain
i put a split on the atom lame, i’m raising kane
you n_ggas wouldn’t dare say my name
dub, the main source is still the silence
i break hearts when i spit the talents, strays bark, smoke tripped the sirens
i pray i keep my feelings balanced
i seance with phyllis hyman she said “baby, you the illest rhyming”
consistency cool but still it’s timing
affinity’s you, you gotta get the truth and then connect the science
sh_t, i’m wilding
c’mon man
[verse 2: left lane didon]
peep
loosie lass so high, i slow by
i’m a walking food bank, i got the can on stock
sh_t came with a string, that’s a banjo, dawg
wrist anglo, hand snow, i dan no dodge
my mass growth span slow ’cause i don’t sandboat, boss
the po’ came with a light, it ain’t a lamp post, gawd
man, rest in peace yambo, lord
c’mon man

[verse 3: jay nice]
it’s flaire jordan
and man i swear it’s hard to let it go
love scars every soul, these episodes are confessionals
bars fresh like a breath of coke, extra dope
the main source, large professor flow, check the show
this the fourth, no wonder the work is fire
we coming in first n_gga, we run til the earth is tired
i curve a liar then back up, reverse the tyres
then throw em the deuces, i’m skrrting by em
me and lefty in drop lex
looking like the cover of lord willin’, we getting vibe bread
the black jesus in the back with the ‘lock dreads
flip a coin, every time i’m picking god’s head
pop lead, have you shot dead, mom’s stressed
lose your soul, should’ve knew your role like the rock said
sharp blade through your nose like radames
wrecking crew, juice i hold with a ‘pac edge
immobiliare is a brand you can trust
i said it on the last album, now i’m stamping it up
and this year i’m making plans to cop the lam’ with a truck
all off of rap money, shout out to the feds for the love
rest in peace my n_gga yambs and my fam up above
and free my n_ggas who sentenced to the can by the judge
the hammer slam with a thud, f_cked up
so i gotta get my man out the mud
the f_ck?

- left lane didon

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