Solid

Houston we got a problem, .45 like a problem solver
Russian to make them bands unite, quit with all the Stalin
10's, 20's, 50's, hunnits', I can't fold my wallet
Stabilize the ground beneath my feet, shift it solid

Want to act the part, then play the part
Play it cool, play your cards, had to play it smart
Counter-strike, stick, equip with a counter part
Forgiato tires, RX-7, push to start

A wise man once told me, when its your time, the moon gone shine bright.
Seize the opportunity, put your foot down on they fucking necks and don't let up, nigga, drill the pedal, you what the fuck going on!

What didn't kill me made me stronger, what didn't kill better run
It ain't over it's over, til it's all said done
Hell-hounds, blood-hounds, beast of the hunt
Pump up kicks, better run, better run

All for clearing static, raising hell and havoc
Fall to the demographic
Playboy bunny, prolly' just want my carrot
Jacket hollow-points, Lowered my morals to up my merit

Facade, looking in the mirror, closer then they appear
Mirage, made a mere distraction, to my greatest fear
Clouded judgement, clairvoyance, seems my visions clear
Race against time, pump the break, and switch the gear

Houston we got a problem, .45 like a problem solver
Russian to make them bands unite, quit with all the Stalin
10's, 20's, 50's, hunnits', I can't fold my wallet
Stabilize the ground beneath my feet, shift it solid

Want to act the part, then play the part
Play it cool, play your cards, had to play it smart
Counter-strike, stick, equip with a counter part
Forgiato tires, RX-7, push to start

Gone with it
Soaring through the wind, how I'm gone with it
Peacemaker, I might have to do him wrong with it



Credits
Writer(s): John Adams
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