Tre 1

[Intro]
Left Lane
Uh

[Verse]
Peep
Lefty's angelic, a pandemic
I'm what evolves from hand to hand selling
Sometimes dumb blind don't be that, some dogs be cats
They gon' sing in E flat, they see the one time
They put the pot behind the gun-line
And still I risk gettin' my head flown just to choke on one slice
I'm anointed with the dice, God-fearin' with my life
Fam, omnipotent with these mics, King
Be that and relax
Don't catch feelings off these tracks and get your whole shit weed-whacked
I'm leading the pack
I be bleeding on wax like Kane when he got shot and held V-jacks
Of course he a cat, of course he a mack
Dialect worth a fortune, in fact, ooh
Refreshing, ain't it?
Didon keep stringing along, need songs like I'm connecting paintings
Balled up on my way to the East
At a home grown casino, playing for keeps
I bang the number of completion, ain't no reaching on me
I hit points like I'm making a speech, follow
Hallowed be thy name, Left Lane
I deuce deuce on tre one, man that ain't no thing
I'm Back Doe Lil Joe on the project floor
Or a kitchen off east division, you know how that shit go
I don't do this for no hoes or gold or amount of units sold
My soul desires to be connected
To the path destiny has for me
But the past, it seems entirely too congested
It's cool, I get paper either way
Niggas tryna be Jay and I'm reaching for G to K and status
But when it come to this ink pen, I kingpin classics, wrist lavish
Don't get it backwards, lil nigga

[Outro: Ice Cube]
7, even back door Little Joe
Even back door Little Joe
7, even back door Little Joe