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Lane Switch (feat. Blaqsta & Frontline) Video (MV)






Leps Nimi Java - Lane Switch (feat. Blaqsta & Frontline) Lyrics




310 Records
It all commenced in the ages in the womb
Dreaming about seeing outside the balloon
Path is dark its like I'm walking in the tunnel
When I see the light shady niggas off my budget
My skin type is a theme to my situation
Keep my circle tight with money circulation
I'm the predator competitor
In the habitat no one owes me
But I'm a regular creditor I'm superior
I'm somebody to get you bodied and finish ya
Y'all inferior niggas like me demolish ya
Criteria changed my crush is now Monica
But I'm even contemplatin' to buy her a lollipop
I switch lanes to show the Dj the flames
When they thought I was stuck I replayed my game
Mumbling gimmicks are each day ashamed
Stumbling feelings Imma erase the hate uh
Being rich is deliberated But money cannot buy my brain Swaggin like I'm insane
Nigga I ain't never being self exaggerated
Thought I was clear bout myself being complicated I thought so
The sky mirrors the peace
Peace
Only time when I hit up the weed
Goals divine and big fields are wide
My destination ensured is never gon be defiled

This a gang zone Gunz in the air
F*ck the police make the guns go bang
We shoot for the sky
Yet we high with the planes
We cool with em Guns this is how we get paid
We the Froxy fly high hydroplane
Still in the ghetto life same vibes never changed
Cross the line pay the fine for the gang
I see you so sick more needy halothane
I stay awake I ain't sleeping for a dacade
I change colours if them niggas do me careless
I wanna replace every artist on your phone
I know I ain't famous but I'm famous in my home
I called her but she didn't pick the phone
No love for a nigga cause nigga's is broke
Atleast mo makasana here bampitja dope
I ain't got no watch for bitches she bitchy hoe
Coming from Zimbabwe I'm a zimbo I hope you know it
My style is different I don't dream it being broken
Bitches wanna take my time but I ain't got no watch
The ability that I got is mixed with Pay The price
Taa
Nigga I was raised in Hobodo
Bowed down for the chief hobodo
I am Nimi Java I'm a kinidyndger you can see it if you look straight to the photo
I'm so antisocial I just say Holla
If I get quiet I get more Golder
Big heads no brain they just taller
They all f*cken weak like a f*cken Zim dollar
I lack the best but I'm praying for the bestest
I'm still broke but I'm busy with investments
I'll go for it cause I wanna be independent
My mixtape is coming get ready to be pregnant

This a gang zone Gunz in the air
F*ck the police make the guns go bang
We shoot for the sky
Yet we high with the planes
We cool with em Guns this is how we get paid
We the Froxy fly high hydroplane
Still in the ghetto life same vibes never changed
Cross the line pay the fine for the gang.
I see you so sick more needy halothane
Ain't nothing like you niggas
I grew up in a crisis
Where pain increases
My heart broke in pieces
I was never blessed
My life was like a curse
Nobody ever cared
Had alot of thoughts in my head
Imma go get it
You idiot
Never loved bitches
I got trust issues
They have lying issues
I'm on a paper chase
I just wanna get it
And have more uh
Pain and pressure
Is the sum of my sacrifice
Smoke
That blunt
Smell like a garden
Here are cops
Who cares
I'm like a shoe lace
I cover every hole
Cause I have hope
I grew up in a city
Every nigga beefing
Pistol popping
Blood licking on a motherf*cker
Who cares you dead
We elevating you know
I'm tired of hoping to hope
We ain't moving with punks
We only moving with hulks
I grew where thugs at
They take your life fast
Ain't no chit chat
Watch your back check
You might be backstabed
Pistols are barking hard
Flexing will take you out
They're lot of jackals
I'm chasing my dreams bro
I'm chasing my dreams

This a gang zone Gunz in the air
Fck the police make the guns go bang
We shoot for the sky
Yet we high with the planes
We cool with em Guns this is how we get paid
We the Froxy fly high hydroplane
Still in the ghetto life same vibes never changed
Cross the line pay the fine for the gang.
I see you so sick more needy halothane
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310 Records
It all commenced in the ages in the womb
Dreaming about seeing outside the balloon
Path is dark its like I'm walking in the tunnel
When I see the light shady niggas off my budget
My skin type is a theme to my situation
Keep my circle tight with money circulation
I'm the predator competitor
In the habitat no one owes me
But I'm a regular creditor I'm superior
I'm somebody to get you bodied and finish ya
Y'all inferior niggas like me demolish ya
Criteria changed my crush is now Monica
But I'm even contemplatin' to buy her a lollipop
I switch lanes to show the Dj the flames
When they thought I was stuck I replayed my game
Mumbling gimmicks are each day ashamed
Stumbling feelings Imma erase the hate uh
Being rich is deliberated But money cannot buy my brain Swaggin like I'm insane
Nigga I ain't never being self exaggerated
Thought I was clear bout myself being complicated I thought so
The sky mirrors the peace
Peace
Only time when I hit up the weed
Goals divine and big fields are wide
My destination ensured is never gon be defiled

This a gang zone Gunz in the air
F*ck the police make the guns go bang
We shoot for the sky
Yet we high with the planes
We cool with em Guns this is how we get paid
We the Froxy fly high hydroplane
Still in the ghetto life same vibes never changed
Cross the line pay the fine for the gang
I see you so sick more needy halothane
I stay awake I ain't sleeping for a dacade
I change colours if them niggas do me careless
I wanna replace every artist on your phone
I know I ain't famous but I'm famous in my home
I called her but she didn't pick the phone
No love for a nigga cause nigga's is broke
Atleast mo makasana here bampitja dope
I ain't got no watch for bitches she bitchy hoe
Coming from Zimbabwe I'm a zimbo I hope you know it
My style is different I don't dream it being broken
Bitches wanna take my time but I ain't got no watch
The ability that I got is mixed with Pay The price
Taa
Nigga I was raised in Hobodo
Bowed down for the chief hobodo
I am Nimi Java I'm a kinidyndger you can see it if you look straight to the photo
I'm so antisocial I just say Holla
If I get quiet I get more Golder
Big heads no brain they just taller
They all f*cken weak like a f*cken Zim dollar
I lack the best but I'm praying for the bestest
I'm still broke but I'm busy with investments
I'll go for it cause I wanna be independent
My mixtape is coming get ready to be pregnant

This a gang zone Gunz in the air
F*ck the police make the guns go bang
We shoot for the sky
Yet we high with the planes
We cool with em Guns this is how we get paid
We the Froxy fly high hydroplane
Still in the ghetto life same vibes never changed
Cross the line pay the fine for the gang.
I see you so sick more needy halothane
Ain't nothing like you niggas
I grew up in a crisis
Where pain increases
My heart broke in pieces
I was never blessed
My life was like a curse
Nobody ever cared
Had alot of thoughts in my head
Imma go get it
You idiot
Never loved bitches
I got trust issues
They have lying issues
I'm on a paper chase
I just wanna get it
And have more uh
Pain and pressure
Is the sum of my sacrifice
Smoke
That blunt
Smell like a garden
Here are cops
Who cares
I'm like a shoe lace
I cover every hole
Cause I have hope
I grew up in a city
Every nigga beefing
Pistol popping
Blood licking on a motherf*cker
Who cares you dead
We elevating you know
I'm tired of hoping to hope
We ain't moving with punks
We only moving with hulks
I grew where thugs at
They take your life fast
Ain't no chit chat
Watch your back check
You might be backstabed
Pistols are barking hard
Flexing will take you out
They're lot of jackals
I'm chasing my dreams bro
I'm chasing my dreams

This a gang zone Gunz in the air
Fck the police make the guns go bang
We shoot for the sky
Yet we high with the planes
We cool with em Guns this is how we get paid
We the Froxy fly high hydroplane
Still in the ghetto life same vibes never changed
Cross the line pay the fine for the gang.
I see you so sick more needy halothane
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Writer: Shakes Frontline, Siyanda Ncube, Mosala Blaqsta
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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