"Solitude" lyrics
(feat. Flee Lord, Hus KingPin & BVNGS)
(PA Dre shit)
Your highness
PA Dre
8 million stories in a niggas city
This is one of mine
Had to hand to hand scramble in camo Tims 40 below
Rain hail sleet and snow, keep it low fleeing the po
Steaming the blow, rapid fire shots
Who got the livest spot?
Pyrex cooking, looking to bag up and supply the block
Killer I am not, sly as a fox thinking outside the box
Thought I caught a body based on the time I got
Like it or not
Been through stormy weather, the joy, the pain
Nearly drove your boy insane yet I held it all together
No time to socialize, focus your eyes on the prize
Bogus lies and disguise
Know its an eye for an eye
My life is so real it came with a certificate of authenticity
How dare they judge me or question my capabilities
I'm destined to inherit the planet, America's savage
I locked horns in war and went head to head with madness
Phoenix form the ash, genius with the craft
Feed me to the wolves I come back the leader of the pack
Ain't no sun that's my chain glow
Got two bands around my bankroll
I be rolling where you can't go
Of course its loaded bitch don't be slow
Nigga want run in with us then come do it
Got pen, more locked in, can't unscrew it
Niggas be bogus, how my moves got you unfocused
Put the P in pushing shit niggas know this
(Lord lord)
I used to be a pack holder, now I'm just a stack folder
Black rover, treat it like a rental 'til it crack over
30 off the hundred I'm serving if you want it
We keep rising to the top and all you dirty niggas plummet
Me and Rebel INS sell it by the steps
We some moguls in our mind but some felons by the flesh
Litty with a legend in a city flipping sevens
Club full of security, we get in with our weapons
Me and lord mob we cruising in foreign cars
While you play around the earth we shooting for more stars
Wasn't really balling until I got up in the league
Mix Versace with fatigue, little product in my sleeve
Started from the bottom then I shot up with the speed
People calling me the plug 'cause I got what they need
All day in the bodega with bundles by the chips
Couple rumples on the strip, normal jungle kind of shit
Damn
Ain't no sun that's my chain glow
Got two bands around my bankroll
I be rolling where you can't go
Of course its loaded bitch don't be slow
Nigga want run in with us then come do it
Got pen, more locked in, can't unscrew it
Niggas be bogus, how my moves got you unfocused
Put the P in pushing shit niggas know this
I got hookers on a day stroll
Dear lord these are my letters in chant
The hollow echoes
And its the chapter left out revamped
Honolulu blues [?]
Hallelujah hoes fucking in the Chanukah white Benz
I send a hot one on your noggin pray you don't push
Your blood brown like hazelnut kush
Take a look slime
I ran this underground since Bush
Poor Georgie at the orgy, I'm drunk in her puss
Tell me the math after like if Dre had a say
This little nigga with attitude right
You got to take it easy
Before niggas put your body on ice
I turn you to a snowman and do you Jeezy
The mayo whipped 'til a miracle flip
I put you on I ain't waved a wand, no miracle shit
Your momma still feed you milk and tits that biblical bitch
[?]
Ain't no sun that's my chain glow
Got two bands around my bankroll
I be rolling where you can't go
Of course its loaded bitch don't be slow
Nigga want run in with us then come do it
Got pen, more locked in, can't unscrew it
Niggas be bogus, how my moves got you unfocused
Put the P in pushing shit niggas know this
When you look at yourself nigga
To be honest
If you ain't made it in the dope game by age 32
Its time to pivot
You are 55 and you are selling a quarter ounce
Your boss is 21 years old
Have you ever thought about that
Have you-
Look at yourself in the window
You have a 21 year old boss
You have a boss
You have a boss that went to highschool with your youngun
And the count better be right
Your highness
PA Dre
8 million stories in a niggas city
This is one of mine
Had to hand to hand scramble in camo Tims 40 below
Rain hail sleet and snow, keep it low fleeing the po
Steaming the blow, rapid fire shots
Who got the livest spot?
Pyrex cooking, looking to bag up and supply the block
Killer I am not, sly as a fox thinking outside the box
Thought I caught a body based on the time I got
Like it or not
Been through stormy weather, the joy, the pain
Nearly drove your boy insane yet I held it all together
No time to socialize, focus your eyes on the prize
Bogus lies and disguise
Know its an eye for an eye
My life is so real it came with a certificate of authenticity
How dare they judge me or question my capabilities
I'm destined to inherit the planet, America's savage
I locked horns in war and went head to head with madness
Phoenix form the ash, genius with the craft
Feed me to the wolves I come back the leader of the pack
Ain't no sun that's my chain glow
Got two bands around my bankroll
I be rolling where you can't go
Of course its loaded bitch don't be slow
Nigga want run in with us then come do it
Got pen, more locked in, can't unscrew it
Niggas be bogus, how my moves got you unfocused
Put the P in pushing shit niggas know this
(Lord lord)
I used to be a pack holder, now I'm just a stack folder
Black rover, treat it like a rental 'til it crack over
30 off the hundred I'm serving if you want it
We keep rising to the top and all you dirty niggas plummet
Me and Rebel INS sell it by the steps
We some moguls in our mind but some felons by the flesh
Litty with a legend in a city flipping sevens
Club full of security, we get in with our weapons
Me and lord mob we cruising in foreign cars
While you play around the earth we shooting for more stars
Wasn't really balling until I got up in the league
Mix Versace with fatigue, little product in my sleeve
Started from the bottom then I shot up with the speed
People calling me the plug 'cause I got what they need
All day in the bodega with bundles by the chips
Couple rumples on the strip, normal jungle kind of shit
Damn
Ain't no sun that's my chain glow
Got two bands around my bankroll
I be rolling where you can't go
Of course its loaded bitch don't be slow
Nigga want run in with us then come do it
Got pen, more locked in, can't unscrew it
Niggas be bogus, how my moves got you unfocused
Put the P in pushing shit niggas know this
I got hookers on a day stroll
Dear lord these are my letters in chant
The hollow echoes
And its the chapter left out revamped
Honolulu blues [?]
Hallelujah hoes fucking in the Chanukah white Benz
I send a hot one on your noggin pray you don't push
Your blood brown like hazelnut kush
Take a look slime
I ran this underground since Bush
Poor Georgie at the orgy, I'm drunk in her puss
Tell me the math after like if Dre had a say
This little nigga with attitude right
You got to take it easy
Before niggas put your body on ice
I turn you to a snowman and do you Jeezy
The mayo whipped 'til a miracle flip
I put you on I ain't waved a wand, no miracle shit
Your momma still feed you milk and tits that biblical bitch
[?]
Ain't no sun that's my chain glow
Got two bands around my bankroll
I be rolling where you can't go
Of course its loaded bitch don't be slow
Nigga want run in with us then come do it
Got pen, more locked in, can't unscrew it
Niggas be bogus, how my moves got you unfocused
Put the P in pushing shit niggas know this
When you look at yourself nigga
To be honest
If you ain't made it in the dope game by age 32
Its time to pivot
You are 55 and you are selling a quarter ounce
Your boss is 21 years old
Have you ever thought about that
Have you-
Look at yourself in the window
You have a 21 year old boss
You have a boss
You have a boss that went to highschool with your youngun
And the count better be right
