[Intro: Left Lane Didon]
Most infallible
Left Lane
Deuce Deuce
Tre-1
Back Doe Lil Joe

[Verse 1: Left Lane Didon]
Peep
Chase cash, break plates in half
Turn elbows like Nate Diaz, I get busy
At nineteen, I pushed the great E Class
Broke n***as used to hate me bad, my shit chilly
Was baby Willie, now I graudated
My city iffy sometimes I be moving like i ain't got no paper
Operation operator
But when you see me, keep your palms in your pocket, n***a I'm out of favors
I show love, I can't love no more
N***as I grew up with, I can't hug no more
Peep, I'm connеcted, no underscore
Pull thе brooms out for the sweep, you'll be done in four
I reminisce about Rubin with a cloud and spliff
Thinking "How does God allow this shit?", I feel broken
They shot my n***a at the courts, I'm sick
If the stars align I'm off the hip, my fifth blowing
Blank stare as I'm facing the world
Dirty money on a spin cycle, taking a twirl
Unquestionably thorough, shit, I'm radiant though
Hard in the right place but my brain in the fog
I need a prayer or maybe I need some air
With brodie I got pictures to paint, just bring a chair
You call that n***a 'Family', don't clip him, he get it fair
But then again it always depends on what get you there but yo
Let's keep it player, I'm special at this
I had to over-stand my lane then I connected the gift
Knee-deep in this life, get the measuring stick
They say "Lefty got a medial wrist, shit leaping"
Jumping out the gym, don't run out of wind
Shooters on the bench and they checking in
We 'bout to stress to leave
My wrist got its own necklaces, check the sleeve
Stressed but I'm blessed to be, here
[Interlude: Benny the Butcher]
I wake up every day and think that same shit
Y'know, life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
I was chosen to be a God and moulded to be a boss
I'm different, they get most of they info from reading blogs, truth
Then I probably see your future from reading cards
Sativa strains helped us mask the pain that we was caused, look
You gotta cut the dead weight before you hit this level
I couldn't judge him cause we all fighting different devils
First I dig a rapper grave but let him pick the shovel
Uh-huh, and break up happy homes when I flick the bezel
Yeah, these legends quote me out of respect
When you got it for less, ain't hard to tell you got a connect
I move to the birds from a corner house in the 'jects
When the tables was turned, I flipped a quarter ounce to a check
Let's go
I made six figures easy, got it lick by lick
I built my reputation up brick by brick, get my drift?
Trap doing numbers when they hit my shift
West told me "Burn these n***as" then I lit my wick
Let's go, n***as saw the wave and then they tried to steal it
We the reason trap shit out of business
Mixing dope like I'm a chemist and my mom a witness
Drug money paid the rent then she ain't have a problem with it
This for my dogs who took a ride to get it and never made it back
For that one pack, got hit with five offences
Crime-infested war zones, these places i would rest in
The cradle I was nested, to make it I was destined
Don't want me to leave, she said "Stay, let's chat or something"
But I had to breeze 'cause I know one day she gon' ask for something
It's in my DNA, imma be a great
Yeah, sold out show in Philly at TLA
These old hoes like these new thots, a few not usual
Been groupies for thirty years, been to 2Pac funeral
Told my daughter, "Can't nobody tell you you not beautiful"
Shitting on the mic cause ain't like a booth got urinals, yeah
[Outro: Left Lane Didon]
Let's go, n***a
Ayo Left, what up n***a?
Brrrrrrrrrr
The Butcher coming
Griselda, agh