Solid
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Chidi Osondu/Hagan Lange/Dominique Jones
[00:01.000] 作词 : Chidi Osondu/Hagan Lange/Dominique Jones
[00:14.022]Mmm
[00:17.459]Mmm-mmm
[00:20.743]Yeah, f*ck it, let me pop my sh*t one time
[00:24.628]Nobody got hit, spin the block again (Yeah, yeah)
[00:27.489]I done been two-sided 'cause I don't got to give (Yeah, yeah)
[00:30.747]Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal
[00:33.719]Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill
[00:36.240]They thought it was rap cap and I told 'em that I got a mil'
[00:38.981]You can get whatever if you ask me, you ain't gotta steal
[00:42.460]My lil' woadie said he fightin' demons, feel like he gotta kill
[00:45.409]And I just left the hood to catch a **** and that sh*t give me chills
[00:48.587]One hand on my steering wheel, other arm to work the blicky
[00:51.466]I'ma be forever gang but smart enough to keep my distance
[00:54.510]Product of the real trenches, that's why I wear a trench coat
[00:57.786]Damn near f*cked my life gamblin', bet it all on tenfold
[01:00.665]Rap get slow, I'm sellin' lows, can't get caught with no skinny ho
[01:03.812]Can't get caught with no ho at all, b*tch, don't slam my door that hard
[01:06.721]I pull up like, "Oh my Lawd," she gon' shop, she hold my card
[01:09.718]Glock four-fifth my bodyguard, I sip syrup, no noddin' off
[01:12.967]If you know you owe me, better come and pay me, better not be a dollar short
[01:16.168]I done took the game, put it in a lock, I ain't even try
[01:19.303]Lookin' like a lick, tryna play slick, n*gga, you'll die
[01:22.026]Comin' from the bricks, I ain't had sh*t, now the new Coupe 125
[01:26.434]Yeah
[01:26.953]Nobody got hit, spin the block again (Yeah, yeah)
[01:28.964]I done been two-sided 'cause I don't got to give (Ha, ha)
[01:31.958]Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal
[01:34.771]Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill
[01:37.959]Yeah
[01:38.755]Do it for my family, my fans, f*ck how n*ggas feel
[01:41.678]Told 'em it was my turn, I'm guessing that time's here
[01:44.439]Skeleton my Cartier, makin' sure my time pure
[01:47.297]If you were not here when we was thuggin', you can't come 'round here
[01:50.771]Hard work, my grind real, I'm dedicated to get this paper
[01:53.729]He okay, he's been a hater, I don't know why he mad at me
[01:56.824]I won't let the youngins take him off, and now he mad at me
[02:00.166]He better be lucky that I ain't out here just bad rappin'
[02:02.982]High speed, gettin' in low gear, streets taught me have no fear
[02:06.012]I invested in the West, their n*ggas know I've sold my d*pe there
[02:08.804]Pretty p*ssy, no hair, she don't like when I put it in my song
[02:11.878]So I can't go there, but she know I like to go there
[02:15.271]Nobody got hit, spin the block again (Yeah, yeah)
[02:18.200]I done been two-sided 'cause I don't got to give (Yeah, yeah)
[02:21.381]Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal
[02:24.422]Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill
[02:27.010]They thought it was rap cap and I told 'em that I got a mil'
[02:29.855]You can get whatever if you ask me, you ain't gotta steal
[02:33.068]My lil' woadie said he fightin' demons, feel like he gotta kill
[02:36.006]And I just left the hood to catch a **** and that sh*t give me chills
[03:03.321]What's happenin', TT?
[00:01.000] 作词 : Chidi Osondu/Hagan Lange/Dominique Jones
[00:14.022]Mmm
[00:17.459]Mmm-mmm
[00:20.743]Yeah, f*ck it, let me pop my sh*t one time
[00:24.628]Nobody got hit, spin the block again (Yeah, yeah)
[00:27.489]I done been two-sided 'cause I don't got to give (Yeah, yeah)
[00:30.747]Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal
[00:33.719]Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill
[00:36.240]They thought it was rap cap and I told 'em that I got a mil'
[00:38.981]You can get whatever if you ask me, you ain't gotta steal
[00:42.460]My lil' woadie said he fightin' demons, feel like he gotta kill
[00:45.409]And I just left the hood to catch a **** and that sh*t give me chills
[00:48.587]One hand on my steering wheel, other arm to work the blicky
[00:51.466]I'ma be forever gang but smart enough to keep my distance
[00:54.510]Product of the real trenches, that's why I wear a trench coat
[00:57.786]Damn near f*cked my life gamblin', bet it all on tenfold
[01:00.665]Rap get slow, I'm sellin' lows, can't get caught with no skinny ho
[01:03.812]Can't get caught with no ho at all, b*tch, don't slam my door that hard
[01:06.721]I pull up like, "Oh my Lawd," she gon' shop, she hold my card
[01:09.718]Glock four-fifth my bodyguard, I sip syrup, no noddin' off
[01:12.967]If you know you owe me, better come and pay me, better not be a dollar short
[01:16.168]I done took the game, put it in a lock, I ain't even try
[01:19.303]Lookin' like a lick, tryna play slick, n*gga, you'll die
[01:22.026]Comin' from the bricks, I ain't had sh*t, now the new Coupe 125
[01:26.434]Yeah
[01:26.953]Nobody got hit, spin the block again (Yeah, yeah)
[01:28.964]I done been two-sided 'cause I don't got to give (Ha, ha)
[01:31.958]Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal
[01:34.771]Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill
[01:37.959]Yeah
[01:38.755]Do it for my family, my fans, f*ck how n*ggas feel
[01:41.678]Told 'em it was my turn, I'm guessing that time's here
[01:44.439]Skeleton my Cartier, makin' sure my time pure
[01:47.297]If you were not here when we was thuggin', you can't come 'round here
[01:50.771]Hard work, my grind real, I'm dedicated to get this paper
[01:53.729]He okay, he's been a hater, I don't know why he mad at me
[01:56.824]I won't let the youngins take him off, and now he mad at me
[02:00.166]He better be lucky that I ain't out here just bad rappin'
[02:02.982]High speed, gettin' in low gear, streets taught me have no fear
[02:06.012]I invested in the West, their n*ggas know I've sold my d*pe there
[02:08.804]Pretty p*ssy, no hair, she don't like when I put it in my song
[02:11.878]So I can't go there, but she know I like to go there
[02:15.271]Nobody got hit, spin the block again (Yeah, yeah)
[02:18.200]I done been two-sided 'cause I don't got to give (Yeah, yeah)
[02:21.381]Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal
[02:24.422]Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill
[02:27.010]They thought it was rap cap and I told 'em that I got a mil'
[02:29.855]You can get whatever if you ask me, you ain't gotta steal
[02:33.068]My lil' woadie said he fightin' demons, feel like he gotta kill
[02:36.006]And I just left the hood to catch a **** and that sh*t give me chills
[03:03.321]What's happenin', TT?
作曲 : Chidi Osondu/Hagan Lange/Dominique Jones
作词 : Chidi Osondu/Hagan Lange/Dominique Jones
Mmm
Mmm-mmm
Yeah, f*ck it, let me pop my sh*t one time
Nobody got hit, spin the block again (Yeah, yeah)
I done been two-sided 'cause I don't got to give (Yeah, yeah)
Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal
Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill
They thought it was rap cap and I told 'em that I got a mil'
You can get whatever if you ask me, you ain't gotta steal
My lil' woadie said he fightin' demons, feel like he gotta kill
And I just left the hood to catch a **** and that sh*t give me chills
One hand on my steering wheel, other arm to work the blicky
I'ma be forever gang but smart enough to keep my distance
Product of the real trenches, that's why I wear a trench coat
Damn near f*cked my life gamblin', bet it all on tenfold
Rap get slow, I'm sellin' lows, can't get caught with no skinny ho
Can't get caught with no ho at all, b*tch, don't slam my door that hard
I pull up like, "Oh my Lawd," she gon' shop, she hold my card
Glock four-fifth my bodyguard, I sip syrup, no noddin' off
If you know you owe me, better come and pay me, better not be a dollar short
I done took the game, put it in a lock, I ain't even try
Lookin' like a lick, tryna play slick, n*gga, you'll die
Comin' from the bricks, I ain't had sh*t, now the new Coupe 125
Yeah
Nobody got hit, spin the block again (Yeah, yeah)
I done been two-sided 'cause I don't got to give (Ha, ha)
Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal
Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill
Yeah
Do it for my family, my fans, f*ck how n*ggas feel
Told 'em it was my turn, I'm guessing that time's here
Skeleton my Cartier, makin' sure my time pure
If you were not here when we was thuggin', you can't come 'round here
Hard work, my grind real, I'm dedicated to get this paper
He okay, he's been a hater, I don't know why he mad at me
I won't let the youngins take him off, and now he mad at me
He better be lucky that I ain't out here just bad rappin'
High speed, gettin' in low gear, streets taught me have no fear
I invested in the West, their n*ggas know I've sold my d*pe there
Pretty p*ssy, no hair, she don't like when I put it in my song
So I can't go there, but she know I like to go there
Nobody got hit, spin the block again (Yeah, yeah)
I done been two-sided 'cause I don't got to give (Yeah, yeah)
Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal
Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill
They thought it was rap cap and I told 'em that I got a mil'
You can get whatever if you ask me, you ain't gotta steal
My lil' woadie said he fightin' demons, feel like he gotta kill
And I just left the hood to catch a **** and that sh*t give me chills
What's happenin', TT?
作词 : Chidi Osondu/Hagan Lange/Dominique Jones
Mmm
Mmm-mmm
Yeah, f*ck it, let me pop my sh*t one time
Nobody got hit, spin the block again (Yeah, yeah)
I done been two-sided 'cause I don't got to give (Yeah, yeah)
Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal
Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill
They thought it was rap cap and I told 'em that I got a mil'
You can get whatever if you ask me, you ain't gotta steal
My lil' woadie said he fightin' demons, feel like he gotta kill
And I just left the hood to catch a **** and that sh*t give me chills
One hand on my steering wheel, other arm to work the blicky
I'ma be forever gang but smart enough to keep my distance
Product of the real trenches, that's why I wear a trench coat
Damn near f*cked my life gamblin', bet it all on tenfold
Rap get slow, I'm sellin' lows, can't get caught with no skinny ho
Can't get caught with no ho at all, b*tch, don't slam my door that hard
I pull up like, "Oh my Lawd," she gon' shop, she hold my card
Glock four-fifth my bodyguard, I sip syrup, no noddin' off
If you know you owe me, better come and pay me, better not be a dollar short
I done took the game, put it in a lock, I ain't even try
Lookin' like a lick, tryna play slick, n*gga, you'll die
Comin' from the bricks, I ain't had sh*t, now the new Coupe 125
Yeah
Nobody got hit, spin the block again (Yeah, yeah)
I done been two-sided 'cause I don't got to give (Ha, ha)
Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal
Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill
Yeah
Do it for my family, my fans, f*ck how n*ggas feel
Told 'em it was my turn, I'm guessing that time's here
Skeleton my Cartier, makin' sure my time pure
If you were not here when we was thuggin', you can't come 'round here
Hard work, my grind real, I'm dedicated to get this paper
He okay, he's been a hater, I don't know why he mad at me
I won't let the youngins take him off, and now he mad at me
He better be lucky that I ain't out here just bad rappin'
High speed, gettin' in low gear, streets taught me have no fear
I invested in the West, their n*ggas know I've sold my d*pe there
Pretty p*ssy, no hair, she don't like when I put it in my song
So I can't go there, but she know I like to go there
Nobody got hit, spin the block again (Yeah, yeah)
I done been two-sided 'cause I don't got to give (Yeah, yeah)
Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal
Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill
They thought it was rap cap and I told 'em that I got a mil'
You can get whatever if you ask me, you ain't gotta steal
My lil' woadie said he fightin' demons, feel like he gotta kill
And I just left the hood to catch a **** and that sh*t give me chills
What's happenin', TT?
