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stan green - third lane كلمات الأغنية

(verse 1)
uh, yeah, yo…
in and out my third lane, dipping from the sheriff mayne
blowing purp behind the tent relaxing my nerves mayne
on my side of every fly puerto rican bird brain
shots of that patron got her swirling like a hurricane
when i say my third lane i’m meaning my comfort zone
on either 695 or controlling this microphone
still reach it through tougher times while riding that rocky road
holding that 45 for n_ggas out of control
sometimes i got to remind my homies to keep composure
yall wildin out in that club life every weekend over
running through chick after chick they hitting his motorola
he’s spitting that pimpin gripping them colder than nova scotia!
throughout my many attempts to enjoy my special moments
my daughter chayse keeping me in the race
that’s my first_born, love to see the look on your face
but the thought of you just makes me keep my foot on the pace and that’s great

(hook)
so many clouds in the sky, and i’m just trying to get my shine
i got my eyes on the prize so it’s a matter if i can reach my prime
cuz i’m a product of my environment that tries to take my life
so many clouds in the sky, in the sky, let me shine

(verse 2)
sh_t is getting too critical, living like it’s despicable
flip from flipping them biscuits to sitting sick in an institute
n_ggas get murdered in baltimore like a ritual
i’ve been keeping my head above water like i was swimming dude
never been one to cause drama with the next man
having my problems compacted like some wet sands
making my way up out of the hood was the best plan
them choppers and techs spraying, ain’t got to be next fam
just slide to the next land, follow the rules to pursue the paper
give haters a rude awakening, yes man!
trained as a youngster, blowing green and hanging amongst the
most famous of hustlers, who’da knew the pain i would suffer with change every month cuz
my n_ggas dying, b_tches lying
struggling trying to get by in the hood it’s like rocket science
make me want to pour a shot of the goose, kind of tipsy but i know just what i’m swerving into
third

- stan green

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