Lane Switcha (feat. A$AP Rocky, Juicy J & Project Pat) - Skepta & Pop Smoke

Fuck niggas gon' multiply 'Fore the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply 'Fore the real niggas alive (yeah), fuck niggas won't multiply (real nigga shit) Fuck niggas won't multiply Fuck niggas won't multiply (mhm) Igh, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh Yeah, nigga, it's your boy Juicy J Man, you gotta watch out for these old backstabbin' Broke ass, you know what I'm sayin'? Jealous hatin' ass niggas out here, man, you know what I'm sayin'? Man, these niggas ain't no real niggas, man, know what I'm sayin'? Niggas be smilin' in your face Back in the buildin', sold crack in the livin' room Niggas toe-tagged, sold gats for a livin' Durag, keep a red or blue flag in the denim One you be with be the one to shoot at ya in a minute (yeah) Come to Harlem if you never seen Baghdad First place I seen a nigga sell crack at Where the hustlers don't sleep, take cat naps Shorty with the shotty limpin' like he got a bad back, bad back Even in my will, keep it real, thuggin' in my field 'Til the day I peel, keep it trill, anything I feel (yeah) Youngins trained to kill, aimin', bangin' steel and slangin' krill She shake it all for Satan just to paint her nails and pay her bills (yeah) I ain't really fuckin' with that Been Trill Swear them niggas booty like Tip Drill (uh) Nah, I ain't really into throwin' shots But these motherfuckers better give me my props, word to Pac We're the reason that these niggas gettin' throwed Reason why you niggas wearin' gold Jail pose in the pictures, prayin' fingers to your nose I remember, if Pimp was alive he'd tell these hoes And these niggas Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel (mhm) Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel (mhm) Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel (mhm) Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I... When the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply When the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply When all the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply But if the real niggas alive, fuck niggas won't multiply I'm the original Balmain badass, nigga (yeah) I'm the original Margiela madman, in the words of A$AP Yams Smack the shit out a nigga in these skinny pants, feel me? Don't get it fucked up, nigga, we been jiggy, been pretty Still tell a bitch suck my dick, swag, swag, nigga (Shut the fuck up!) Fuck with a nigga like me (woo) RIP my nigga Pimp C (woo) HBA shit is weak, you can keep that (yeah) Shit, I might fuck around and bring the Jeep back (uh) No doors on it, flexin' with the seat back (yeah) B-Boy with the G pack, might fuck around and bring the mink back Word to Big Boi and 3 Stacks, nigga If you deaf bring the beat back, nigga (uh) Fuck with a nigga like me (woo) (yeah) RIP my nigga Pimp C (woo) (yeah) HBA shit is weak, you can keep that (yeah) I'm a trend setter, you ain't even peep that (yeah) Where the hoes, where the weed, where the cheese at? (Uh) Fuck the FCC, tell 'em bleep that (yeah) (We ain't no fashion killers nigga, we fashionable killers) (Y'all got Flacko fucked up) I'm the mothefuckin' Lord of this fashion shit Don't I deserve just to brag a bit? (Yeah) Set the blueprint, fuck your two cents Number one stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm accurate (yeah) My motherfuckin' swag is immaculate (uh-huh) Plus I got enough style just to mack your bitch (yeah) I think back to when Pac is packin' lint It's like a nigga got rich on accident Now back to Pimp Bitches lie, killers never lie Triggers on the side by side, bet I'm down to ride Prosper said, "Let's ride to the sky," call it catastrophic We don't ever die, we just multiply, bitch (yeah) Fake ass niggas, you know what I'm sayin'? These niggas be out here Talkin' 'bout they a street nigga and shit, man niggas be gettin' extorted like a motherfucker out here Man, you know what I'm sayin'?

I don't understand it Tell me how could you be so low? (And all in thrilling, new, living sound) Dammit babe Blood thicker than water, right Fuck bitches, they all alike Stand up nigga Not the falling type Heart blacker than a Harlem night Til I met you, they say the devil wear Prada But I doubt it cause the Lord did bless you Damn look at that body Short bus shorty, cause it sure is special Cole to the rescue, never save a ho Hoes like to hide their behavior though Thought you was a down ass bitch 'Til I found that shit a couple days ago I was home alone, next thing I know That long ass verse From a song called "Control" was on The room got nearer, the tune got clearer That's when I seen the shit playing on your phone Girl, what is that, a ringtone Shit, not you too Man that hype done got you too Everybody and their momma gassed Even my momma asked what I'mma do Decisions, decisions In case this is war Then I load up on all ammunition If a nigga want problems, my trigger's on auto I'll make sure that nobody miss him Now pack up your shit, you don't believe in me I don't need you, I got me, bitch Same nigga moved to NYC, bitch Got a record deal And a college degree, bitch Two gold plaques, I produced all the tracks And I never ever ever lean on Jay-Z, bitch And after all that achievement Real nigga never even went and got his teeth fixed Now you try to play me, bitch? You try to fuckin' play me? I ought to knock your ass out TKO I don't understand it Tell me how could you be so low You've been swinging after the bell And after all of the whistle blows Tried to go below the belt Through my chest, perfect hit to the dome Dammit babe All hail Pretty Flacko, bitch, celebrate it Had the game on lock, streets serenaded Now you lame mothafuckas Lookin' devastated Bet you niggas wish you never hated, that's the devil ain't it Fuck that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this Fuck that shit, he that He black, he don't like blacks Fuck that shit, he wack Fuck that shit he raps Fuck that shit he spits, fuck that bitch Fuck that bitch he with, finished talking shit Get up off my dick The nonsense is synonymous with comments From the blogs about Menages with the gossips and the bosses Fuck surprises I'm monogamous and not to mention, in my closet Is a model chick, grimey gothic fits, trapped inside of it Besides it I'd deny the shit Y'all should stop the shit I'm the shit, not just kinda sick The doc prescribed my shit Cock it, click-click, opposite, stop and droppin' shit 'Fore poppin' shit, from popular To poppin' picks to poppin' tits She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny Popular for compliments Make it rain, she pop that shit It boosts her confidence Was supposed to stop this shit But spit like I forgot some shit Forgot the topic, I hope God forgive you Peep my common sense TKO I don't understand it Tell me how could you be so low TKO You've been swinging after the bell And after all of the whistle blows Tried to go below the belt Through my chest, perfect hit to the dome Dammit babe JT this like deja vu right? All this album of the year talk Niggas claiming they're the best out I been hot since the Purple Tape And this cuban's poking my chest out They keep calling on King Push, this beach chair I'm stretched out My name is my name, bitch Until I'm gone and it's etched out I been known to blow a quarter brick on baby Hairs and a messy bun If I make her mine, I made her mind She fall in line and we got some Memoirs of a millionaire, even better I'm a reallionaire Alaïa skirt, Fendi work Dress my baby like build-a-bear Fuck you know about the type of rollie Fuck you know about blowin' bands Bezel on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it Holdin' hands A1 since day 1, I sold dope and my name rung I sold dope where I came from And it's all dope what I made from it No lie, know why? Guy Fish in my bowtie JT up in the 3 piece and we magic baby Like showtime She ain't know, we ain't know, try to trap her But she ain't slow Once she trap you with the DA flow It's lights out, TKO

I thought I'd probably die in prison, expensive taste in women Ain't had no pot to piss in, now my kitchen full of dishes Nose bloody from that sniffin', your heroin addiction Trigger finger itching fuck parental supervision This be that murder business, little Timmy got that semi I ain't kidding hide yo kittens, hit yo children with that Smith and A bunch of ignant little niglets, hard-headed, never listen Purple sippin', finger twistin', teeth glisten like it's Memphis A bunch of hypocritic Christians, the land of no religion My Santa Claus was missing, catch you slippin' then it's Christmas Motherfuck a wishlist, my ghetto was ambition For my benjis and my Bentley, and them bitches now I gets, gets On the road to riches, a diamond ring, designer jeans Choking on that biscuit till I'm no longer existing I wonder if they miss me, as long as I make history Now my soul is feeling empty, tell the reaper come and get me Who said you can't live forever lied Of course, I'm living forever, I'll Forever I'll live long You can't ever deny My force, I'm living forever, I'll Forever I'll live Riding through your city like that motherfucka mine Or choking on that semi, rob a motherfucka blind License plate says wipe me down, car from 1989 But a nigga sits so pretty call that motherfucker fine Lost your motherfucking mind, what's on your mind niggas talking down Never talk to cops, make him talk to God when I tote that 9, he ain't talking now Tell 'em watch your spine, I mean watch your back Better guide your track, better not look back Now stay in line, don't step on cracks So you break her back I'm talking 'bout your mom 'Cause there's killers in my town, making hits, sniffing lines Out committing crimes, wait for shit to simmer down Corrupted little minds, eight and nine, finna shine On the grind, do you dirty with that shimmy shimmy ya When they shoot without a purpose, services 'n hearses Kids who ain't deserve it, can't survive a thing, you're worthless Strangers make me nervous, who's that peekin' in my window with a pistol to my curtains? Who said you can't live forever lied Of course, I'm living forever, I'll Forever I'll live long You can't ever deny My force, I'm living forever, I'll Forever I'll live Pretty nigga rich, Flacko be the shit And that bitch, know we poppin' so she boppin' on this dick Nigga, R.I.P. to Pimp, can't forget Little Flip And I take it out to Memphis so shout out to Triple Six Who said you can't live forever lied Of course, I'm living forever, I'll Forever I'll live long You can't ever deny My force, I'm living forever I'll Forever I'll live

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع