[Hook - Beloved Gang]
Ain’t no lane we in
Ain’t no lane we in
Ain’t no lane we in
Issa road
(x4)

[Verse 1 - Chore Boy]
Said I’m bout to blow I better do that
- Yeah
Jet Life in New Orleans so I flew back
- Yeah
I can feel this moment in my soul
-hey, hey, hey, hey, hey-
I can feel this moment in my soul
-hey, hey, hey, hey, hey-
Tired of the hesitation, merge bitch
Nothings perfect, skrt’n, swervin
Hurt’n your shit, live first person
Stop dividing up your highway into thirds, word
I been searchin, when I shouldn’t have
If I didn’t care I never wouldn’t have
I wrestle good and bad into harmony
Til I can put it back, til I can put it down

[Verse 2 - Femdot]
Wasn’t as lost as they thought
We did it all with the heart
We did it all with the art
Paul Pierce with the bars
We been the truth with ours
And that’s win or loss
At the cross roads took no drive
But you have turbulence & nosedive
You know me, man & you know I
Been the one to do it without no co-sign
Whole time
Left me out to dry - clothesline
But I came back 4-5
Soon as I touch down, you know I’m goin straight to the goal line
Can’t let it go, I been waitin a long time
Oh my goodness
Control the game like I’m John Wooden