[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
Uh
Let's take a ride on Tha Shoulder, man a n***a had to pull over
I lose control and then it's over
I blast a maggot then I do a do-over, I ain't the one to screw over
Why is you fucking with them cobras?
My pockets looking damn swell, so you know I keep the hand-held
'Cause I was taught them street lessons
Ain't no confession when talking underworld conception, get the conception?
You be the n***a they was questionin'
I'm traumatized 'cause I done seen so much shit
And I know how quick it can be over with, this shit is sick
So don't tell me nothing 'bout how the move
I'm getting rich and a n***a barely even gotta move; smooth
But I ain't the type to even stay in one spot
Big revolver n***a, all I need is one shot
The opportunity and then the gunshot
Where's the unity? it died in that one spot

[Verse 2: Left Lane Didon]
You fried when the gun cock, I'm dumb shot, Klay jump shot
Pump/pop, word to Ruff Ride'
Still TEC buckshot and whatnot, duck down, who gives a fuck now?
Not me, I'm not me, you acting dumbfound, I pop three
Pop, please it's Lane
Stop, freeze the frame, chop and keep it the same
Let's not bleed the brain, we love the sun but need the rain
One to fund beneath the pain
To keep sane in this frame, yo
Adjust my rearview and side-mirrors, to see the signs clearer
And stay in line with the time-bearer, let the divine enter
It's true balance when your mind centered
Move calloused but now the ties severed
The God using critical thinking, play the sure
I'm finna get in the Beacon and shine the light, no blind in sight
You want rides with the rebels or coincide with devil? it's fight or flight
Time is right
[Outro: Left Lane Didon]
Yo c'mon God, let's bend