[Lyric] C.E.R.N Fried (Left Lane Didon)

[Verse 1: Left Lane Didon]
Episode 3
Peep
Don't press your luck, you know pipes with pressure'll bust
Compress it into a chump and fly pressure and lumps
My eyeballs is a measuring cup
I'm ending up where the end is up, reflect in the sun, that 77
Wait, seven out the gate, my lil bro made a seven out the eight
Nigga that ain't gon' sell with all that bait
I ain't late, I'm right on time, I keep my sight on mine
I'm aligned, my sight on mind; that's third eye
I curb slide, the terms wide
C.E.R.N Fried, they turned Earth to a prizе
I twirl time, the world's mine, prеfer crime
Shit, just gotta work with the signs
I was birthed with this grind, it was flawed but I worked the desing
Now my girth is worth enterprise
My rise wasn't sunny, shit was ugly
You get in this game without drug money, you dumb lucky
Salute to you, be cool fool or I'll shoot through you
Boo-hoo you, play BDP and Juice crew you
Loose noodle, your lil do' like two Poodles
Cookoo dude, they get wronged if we do it
Past the fuel or the bread, that's the mural we needed to catch the food
If that's cool then bring it back to you
Yo, we doing what we have to do to keep passing through
These other rapping dudes is laughable but nigga that ain't new
Shit, my nigga that ain't you
C'mon man
JLVSN, let's go