Solo

Do it for my niggas every time I pour it up, 2012 I was broke as hell on the bus
Tryna take shit, that shit land me in some cuffs
Told em I was solo, I ain't tell em it was us
I was just tryna rock some polos, cause coming up it was tough
And my momma found my stash, like why you going through my stuff
She like why you got so much cash, told her I was cutting grass
My nigga said he got a lick, I told him I got the mask

I don't know why I get on these tracks, and I talk about my past
Whole time I'm trying to add, they tryna subtract
And I won't selfish neither, I was splitting it with my niggas like it was a pizza
And I won't really eating good, everyday was Little Caesars
Why they only call on you... when they need you
They gon' all fall on you, like confetti
I had moved up out my momma crib, I won't even ready
I had red shit on my shirt, and no it won't spaghetti
I had 30 in my glizzy, I'm gon' shoot like Stephen (Curry)
Just seen another nigga go, I pray that lord bless me
All these obstacles in my way, I know that God testin me
I just gave my momma some racks, cause she never left me
Hopped in that foreign did the dash, they gon' have to catch me
They thought that I would come in last, like I wasn't ready
I ain't never been with no fad, can't let a nigga dress me
I been getting jet lagged, feel like I'm Andretti

Do it for my niggas every time I pour it up, 2012 I was broke as hell on the bus
Tryna take shit, that shit land me in some cuffs
Told em I was solo, I ain't tell em it was us
I was just tryna rock some polos, cause coming up it was tough
And my momma found my stash, like why you going through my stuff
She like why you got so much cash, told her I was cutting grass
My nigga said he got a lick, I told him I got the mask

Niggas put dirt up on my name, homie I ain't get you lined up
Knew the rules to the game when you signed up
I can get it back, but it come with a finders (Fee)
We don't never lack, you know where to find us
I know she want me back, baby I can't rewind us
Was tryna flip these sacks, really won't the time for us
Get you designer bags, what you want some Tom Ford
Baby say she want a Birkin, baby I'ma grind for it
Got my foot up on the gas, and its on they necks
She gone come over for the night, if I send a text
I got purple in my Sprite, I ain't sippin' tech
I ain't tryna be polite, I just want the neck
I ain't tryna pick a fight, I'm just tryna rest
All this pain deep inside, like cardiac arrest
My niggas went up on that ride, they ain't coming back
Remember all them nights I cried, got y'all names as tats
Why when it's time to slide, gotta ask where y'all at
My nigga thinkin' homicide, can't talk him out of that
I just know that I'ma swing when I'm at the bat
Icy like a roller rink, 20 on my neck
Told Wafi I'ma be back for that presi set
Got bitches wanna fuck on me and they ain't met me yet
I don't want no company, I just want some checks
I know you just gone bring me pain, I don't want the stress

Do it for my niggas every time I pour it up, 2012 I was broke as hell on the bus
Tryna take shit, that shit land me in some cuffs
Told em I was solo, I ain't tell em it was us
I was just tryna rock some polos, cause coming up it was tough
And my momma found my stash, like why you going through my stuff
She like why you got so much cash, told her I was cutting grass
My nigga said he got a lick, I told him I got the mask