Lyrics




Yeah
I been in solitude, ain't been with no attitude
Ain't turnin' my back on you
It's different how I move
Yeah
It's different how I move
I been in solitude
I been in solitude
I been in solitude, ain't been with no attitude
Ain't turnin' my back on you
It's different how I move
Ain't kickin' it with these niggas
I can't trust none of these dudes
Had to study my own movement
A nigga got tired of losin'
A nigga got tired of snoozin'
Learned to ball without even hoopin'
I probably fuck all of my groupies
I ain't laughin' bitch, I'm stupid
I don't drive fast, I like cruisin'
And listenin' to my music, to my music
I feel when they keep on watchin' me
I'm doin' some shit that you gotta see
Diamonds danglin' on a nigga but I came from poverty
My memories in a Gravelly, the smoke look like a younger me
I get high, they all under me
My dog turned to a snake in front of me
I learned from the L's, now I'm teachin' a lesson
Thank God for all of the blessings
I'm smilin' and I'm vibin', too live to be out here stressin'
When I die, bury me in ice, bitch I'm the one, I ain't Gretzky
When it come to money, I like all types
I hope they receivin' that message
I'm too invested, time is precious, I had to make me a checklist
Shawty solid like my car, that's my fuckin' rock
When I got that 40 cal, I won't miss a shot
Man them bullets, they so hot, they burnt off his top
I still hear that shit sizzlin', it's still sizzlin'
Death cross my mind a lot, it cross my mind a lot
No suicidal thoughts, ain't goin' out in no chalk
Free my dog, four corners, he in a box, yeah
Box Chevy, I want that bitch drive me to heaven, yeah
Talkin' shit just like the reverend
Michael Vick, favorite jersey was a 7
Pour up a 4, up in a dirty cup
Aye that hoe callin' my phone, I told her I ain't give a fuck
Put my dick in another bitch because I gave a fuck
Aye, I don't give a fuck what it is, just know I'm payin' up
Whatever it cost to get them motherfuckers right off of my trail
I told my mama one promise, a nigga ain't goin' to jail
I told my nigga one promise, I promise I ain't never tellin'
I told myself one thing about my soul, I'm never gon' sell it
Doctor showed me and this lil' hoe keep jelly
These niggas be cap like the shit in Delli's



Writer(s): Reginald Pinkney Jr, Brandon Giovanni, Chris Rocay Copyright: Beatstars



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