Coffee's verse: 

Deadlocked in the zone, we prone to dip into the unknown 

Quick to flip if one trip, forced to break bones, 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 them curves and then we 

Pushing them verses them curses 

They must be broken yeah 

Taking them Tennessee corners 

And changing lanes cause they 

Brought us enough contradiction 

So now we change our position yeah, yeah…. 



V2 

Bonafide's verse 

I'm in LaVergne letting the Chevy burn rubber every turn 

Changing lanes while the body swang heavy to the right 

Like my life hit them curves swerve as I discern to turn 

Back down the one way truth and the life 

I learn lessons every block counting blessings like rocks 

As I bubble in the struggle in the Classic Caprice 

Releasing pressure like these woofers in the back of my seats 

And speaking clearer than these tweeters when I'm over these beats 

I check the navigation to see what direction to take 

To lead a generation headed for collision with fate 

On the darker side in the ride looking through rearviews 

In full speed searching for a u turn to save you hittin curves…. 



BRIDGE 2: 

Swerving hittin curves and serving 

Pushing the verses for the curses 

Must be broken so we focused 

Stop sign and the place can't hold us 

Taking them Tennessee corners 

Changing lanes cause they brought us 

Enough contradiction so now 

We change our position yeah, yeah