Lyrics
One Name Three Lanes
One name three lanes same blood in the frame You knocked on the quiet now the whole house came Hey yo hey yo should've checked the math Multiplied your problems when you crossed our path Hey yo hey yo don't be messing with the bros up close Did your momma ever tell you so? I guess you didn't know uh oh Hey yo hey yo don't be messing with the bros up close Did your momma ever tell you so? I guess you didn't know uh oh I'm minding my own I call it my own zone You read my silence like a menu ordered wrong; I'm not the calm before the storm I'm the calm that's been here all along Cool as the flip-side pillow never break a sweat You brought a paper umbrella to a debt you won't forget I move like interest quiet then it's owed By the time you do the math the whole account explode You'll meet me in the fine print the part you never read I'm minding my own I call it my own zone Shoulda left me alone but now I gotta show you somethin' Hey yo hey yo don't be messing with the bros up close Did your momma ever tell you so? I guess you didn't know uh oh You should've showed up with more than a buttercup Brought a butterknife to a buzzsaw better luck buttoning up I'm the middle child so I do the heavy math: Carry the one carry the bros carry your aftermath You poppin' like a toaster I'm the whole electric grid You a group chat I muted you a bluff I already hid You wanted all the smoke but forgot to bring a light Now you Googling my last name at 2 in the night You should've showed up with more than just a buttercup You dealing with one without knowin' 'bout the rest of us Hey yo hey yo don't be messing with the bros up close Did your momma ever tell you so? I guess you didn't know uh oh Yeah I'm the young one the sprung one the never-get-stung one Aging you like cheddar and I'm barely one-and-done Spit a verse so cold it come bundled with a coat You a rough draft baby I'm the version that they quote You a participation trophy I'm the whole hall of fame Big bro froze you middle broke you I just spell my name I'm allergic to the average bless you here's a tissue You brought beef with no buns now that's a personal issue We won't stippity-stop we won't drippity-drop We just hippity-hop hip-hip hippity-hippity Hey yo hey yo don't be messing with the bros up close Did your momma ever tell you so? I guess you didn't know uh oh One the calm Two the clutch Three the spark you should not have touched You came for a name got the whole genealogy Shook one branch now you under the whole tree Hey yo hey yo don't be messing with the bros up close Three different pens but we sign the same name Did your momma ever tell you so? Uh oh uh oh Should've listened to your mother
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