Jizzle 5 x We$tside Stinge - Middle Lane Cruisin

I said I hate to lead you own I can't put my trust in you
Addicted to da streets can't leave if I wanted to
Been sippin everyday straight for about a month or two
Any problems we dem niggas you don't wanna run into
Gucci kit for my momma but she really need da coupe
Lil bro tryna trap but he really need to hoop
And I can be all out da way but I'm still in da loop
Keep tellin unc to calm down but he still tryna shoot
And I don't get how niggas snitch and feel cool in da booth
No matter what he talkin bout I just know it ain't true
This nigga talkin outta turn boy you know that ain't you
I told stackz tap me in track one track two
You cuffin on lil shorty she's a well known stuffer
When it's shakin I ain't worried bout when dem clothes comin
Shit I'm talkin to da net like when another load comin
Nigga Wile E Coyote Imma real road runner
Hunnids, Fiftys, can't hit da road wit twentys
Middle lane chillin I ain't hittin more den 60
Comin back with pounds of da gas get wit me
Got da west locked boutta take da whole city
Just start rappin boutta take this shit over
Run a ticket up and put my momma in a Rover
Came a long way from being posted up on Dover
Now I'm dishin out green leafs these ain't clovers
Zaza bows, put me on, bitch I got em sold
Get em gone, this shit high but it fly like gold
Hit dat road, if you low you a see some pros
Share that load, if you real split it wit da bros
Niggas really hoes, wanna eat alone
Catch my dog down bad bet my life he get a bone
Tryna build a empire can't do it on yo own
Ain't nobody on yo side bet yo ass gone fall like Rome

Written by:
Jizzle 5, We$tside Stinge

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