Hook Driving a lex, switchin lanes, shifting gears The feeling I crave in these streets Lets make out in this lex, eeeehhhee hheee Verse 1 Laid back, I represent, track masters back to back It’s the Recipe, ideal. Nigga holler back The Nike’s and the Yankee cat, knickerbockers that ride And everybody that came to grind in the name of the Holy Grail On my rail focused, who y’all trying to derail Said a prayer for success, at times to no avail But I hustle hard and smart, attain success The feeling that am feeling like a feel it, live wire. Verse 2 Cavers’ crescent, the place where they laced me at Get ready baby, receive this dick Work that thing, I work that think Spend dough on that thing, switch lanes right now Shift the gear right now, toss your tits Bounce to the beat flow tight I dress real nice, tell the mice the top cats back in this byatch Plus I carry more weight, reward of progress Catch me, out on the block riding tight with my glock To make sure the product done move like it should If I could I’d trade places but I can’t this is me Verse 3 Ladies that, love to mérnage the guy Only once in your life will I hit it Take a flight up to the next make cheddar Perplexed by the dislike on a nigga progress Am from the hood, naturally! I expect that shit Inspect and count the money that roll right in Take your clothes right off, get that dick right in Make that doe right now, am a pimp right now Am the sort of fella that work the furlough Driving a lex switching lanes up, that’s right Like I gotta flex my hustle muscle, for real I drop a bomb, nuke the foe, uh huh Progress is mine in this game of lies, deceit Truthfully a nigga down to ride, or die From the bottom right up to the top, feel the vibe From nada, I dress you up in Prada, yeah Am one of the truest to do it over and over, ok The feeling that am feeling like I feel it eh eh eh eh eh