Left Lane - Chris Webby

I be living in the left lane

Passing y’all by

Sun roof rolling back, speakers up high

I be living in the left lane

Closing my eyes, watch the world from the third person inside

I be living in the left lane

Never looking back with my foot up on the gas, ain’t got no time to react

I be living in the left lane

Moving too fast, I’m just trying not to crash, it could all end in a flash

When you be living in the left lane

Fast money, fast women, fast cars, doing donuts in the back-yard

Middle fingers up like a rap star, telling me I go too hard

Shots all lined up on the God damn bar

With a chick so bad she dropping jaws

And I’m dropping trou and I hit that raw, yeah

Live this way till I lose my mind, me I’m doing fine

Fucking monster call me Frankenstein and Dracula combined

On my grind, in my verbal prime, still Optimus Rhyme

Got Griselda Blanco coke and no one fucking with these lines

Cause uh, all this shit is apart of my job, the parties the woman

The liquor the music, living a life you could only imagine

Put it in words and I give it to you, kids

But I told them, please don’t try this at home, you really will lose it

So don’t blame me if my listeners do it (let's go)

Let me carefully win, they callin' me Jeremy Lin, never stare at the rim

If you going to give me the rock I’m gonna dribble and carry it in

No comparing to him

Up on the road everyday, chugging a bottle of gin, contacts lens, 20/20

But you can’t see them from under my brim, do it again ('gain)

Beast mode, cup full, trees rolled, shit I’m here to rap

And if you’re not I’d check that ego, try to keep it peaceful

But if they be coming at me bro

I’m rolling up in a tank, like I got Grand Theft Auto cheat codes

A mix of Mick Jagger and Morrison on tour again

Pushing the fucking limits till I’m in the crematorium

Cause when a star goes out it does so in a blaze of glory

Then Mr. Harry Fraud will just bring the chorus in