Br - Hip Hop Lane lyrics

[ Verse 1: True ] Fresh tee's In the Snow selfies Kind of waxed out like old skis Anonymous pictures of lost wishes Dreaming of kisses Long gone of near misses Rolling thru the stop I punctured the top of my soda pop My excuse is I never saw that cop Grinding with a grit I'm on ungrateful piece of sh** At graffiti spots Pulling shifty knots So competitive, vamped and ridiculous Making amped moves so mischievous I don't give a f** if I fall on my face Everyone knows first loser is really 2nd place I cared about my self and no one else All my life Anestry.com said I'm related to Christ I was told you can't be struck by lighting twice Shatter fame with a scatter brain { Chorus } Nothings ever gonna be quite the same Walking down this Hip Hop Lane Nothings ever gonna be quite the same Walking down this Hip Hop Lane Going out my brain Going out my brain [ Verse 2 It's you be to newbies That gets you diamond and rubies This girl is so groovy Slapping me with her b**bies Grimmy and Gritty The views of the city With a tale of two titties Witness 2 right and wrong Told to move along With Americas best drinking song Spinning an electric top On a powder top Sounds like I got my rhymes from hip hop gift shop Fashion of the Christ Dressing up the mic To a new game of dice Don't be afraid to had the spice Alleviator of the new waves of haters The originator of a skater on a piece of paper { Chorus } Nothings ever gonna be quite the same Walking down this Hip Hop Lane Nothings ever gonna be quite the same Walking down this Hip Hop Lane Going out my brain Going out my brain [ Verse 3: ] Grabbing your hand Scoping out the brand