Yeah…
City don’t sleep, lanes don’t wait.
If you hesitate — you miss your exit.
(mm)
Merge, merge — I don’t slow, I accelerate
Blinker on my life, I’m movin’ elegant
From the 285 to the 75, I been heavy-weight
If you in my lane, better regulate
Merge, merge — cut across, no apologies
Switch lanes, switch plans, new velocities
City talk slick but I talk currency
ATL nights — this a prophecy
Started on the outer loop, watch me circle back
285 late night, where the wolves at
Headlights glowin’, mirrors show me who I passed
If you movin’ slow, that’s a you problem, not my path
From the 400 down to Buckhead lights
I don’t chase, I merge — I time it right
GPS reroutin’ when the vibe ain’t tight
I don’t argue with fate, I just slide on sight
75 south, I’m focused, no distractions
85 north, the pressure turn to traction
Downtown exits, yeah, the city get active
Every lane I touch turn prime, that’s magic
I been patient in traffic, now I cut clean
If you blink twice, you miss what I mean
Talk cheap, move reckless, that ain’t my scene
I maneuver with grace, but I’m not that sweet
No hazards on, I’m not stallin’
No handouts, I’m not callin’
If the lane don’t fit my future
I don’t wait — I’m gone
Merge, merge — I don’t slow, I accelerate
Blinker on my life, I’m movin’ elegant
From the 285 to the 75, I been heavy-weight
If you in my lane, better regulate
Merge, merge — cut across, no apologies
Switch lanes, switch plans, new velocities
ATL nights — this a prophecy
I don’t ask for space — I take it properly
I done learned the city teach you when to pause
And when to gas it, when to break the laws
Not the written ones — the rules they never taught
Like when to trust your gut and when to walk
I seen love get stuck on the shoulder lane
I seen dreams miss exits playin’ safe
If you scared to merge, you gon’ stay the same
I’d rather risk the turn than repeat the pain
From Edgewood curves to the west side swing
Every block got a price, every move got wings
I don’t fight for attention, I glide in range
If the energy off, I just change lanes
Mirror check — yeah, I see who behind me
But I’m not responsible for who can’t time me
I move smooth but the mission grimy
Still polished when I cross that line clean
If the road get tight, I don’t panic
I don’t beg, I don’t stall in damage
I calculate space, then vanish
Merge clean — that’s grown woman manners
Merge, merge — hear the motor hum
City in my chest, I ain’t goin’ numb
If they crowd my lane, I become the one
Switch paths, switch gear — yeah, I’m gone
Merge, merge — watch me cross that line
No delay, no fear, perfect time
ATL nights, yeah, I’m built for mine
If it’s not my lane — I redesign
No accidents.
No apologies.
Just motion.
