Tracy's Son - Same Lane (Wu-Tang) (feat. J Hou)

I ain't never ran never will
Y'all fall for anything I'ma only stand for what's real
Y'all like running backs careers short in the field
Touch what's mine be running from that 40 for real
We like the mob we the earners and shit
These niggas ain't got the drive no learner's permit
I got a grind won't stop, hustle won't quit
Shine like no other I be on some other shit
Huh that nigga Tip he ain't never lied
Working harder than these other niggas ever tried
God as my witness fam
Holla at me I'm a business man
I live by the words that was spoke by one of the GOATS
You can write this shit you can live by these quotes
I can show you what it takes
Show you how to move in a room full of snakes come on

They compare us to these lames like we in the same game
These dudes on foot how we in the same lane
I pull up in that new thang
Watch these haters get Ghost call it Wu-Tang

They compare us to these lames like we in the same game
These dudes on foot how we in the same lane
I pull up in that new thang
Watch these haters get Ghost call it Wu-Tang

I feel like Raekwon cause me lines come through like coke
You gotta respect mine cuz my nine bless niggas like the pope
You old dirty bastards never seen a bar of soap
The games drugged out who gave you ma fuckas dope?
On the slave ship I'm jumping off that fucking boat
Swimming against stream let's see how far I can go
Last albums was a classic but don't nobody know
So was Son Of A Vet just to let you fuckers know
Huh
Me and Tracy's Son connect
Two of the best
From east coast to midwest
Traveling vets
Ill flows and hard beats a beautiful mesh
I shine all the time and I don't need baguettes
I got the vision like I'm RZA knowledge lime I'm GZA
In other words I'm a cold motherfucking nigga
My Method Man blackout whenever I can
Or make ya head red like Redman understand

They compare us to these lames like we in the same game
These dudes on foot how we in the same lane
I pull up in that new thang
Watch these haters get Ghost call it Wu-Tang

They compare us to these lames like we in the same game
These dudes on foot how we in the same lane
I pull up in that new thang
Watch these haters get Ghost call it Wu-Tang

Written by:
Brandon Waite, Jeremy Houston

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