Coffee's verse: Deadlocked in the zone, we prone to dip into the unknown Quick to flip if one trip, first we break bread, then break heads Look at all the people runnin' in fear, scared Unwilling to hear what's said, hide under the shed We lyin' in the filth, grown men layin' in our own beds Pull ourselves up by the bootstraps Hit them curves, dodge the trap Don't move at a slow pace Hand us a mic, we move the whole place This for each and every hood, Eighteenth Ave, Wedgewood, South side, clean cutz Tell me who on it, tell me what you know that's good Baller blockin' ain't an option, that ain't the purpose of my concoction Releasin' toxins in the abyss, boxin' you in so you don't miss Me gettin' you rockin', Nashville Proud I'm in it, been a minute Gettin' our due, me and my crew Rep our city, how ‘bout you? Hittin' curves! Hook: Hittin Curves, shorty, baby, ooo hoo (Dipping in the ride, swerving in the ride) Bridge 1: That's why we tell them Swerving we ruling we serving Hittin...