Solomon

I won't even say that I'm up
Take a picture tag my wrist and my cup
Leave niggas mad
Make a scene it was tragic
I don't give a fuck bout who had or who has it
I don't give a bout the new trends or old classics
I just step out the crib like I'm fresh up out a casket
Spatstic
Leave the whole crowd going bat shit
Tap in
I could teach you magic with this rap shit
This the only dream I've ever known
Just wait till I'm really putting benz' on the road
And my mama in a home
Crown for the throne
Got some dogs on a leash
Ain't afraid to let 'em go
Ain't afraid to let you know I'm the shit
And the niggas around me just know they legit
Gotta get control get ahold
Get a grip
This my only chance I'll be damned if I let thas bitch slip
Game after game
The same I'll remain
Put a kit on the stang
And the gang on a chain
Words burning through your skull
Leave a stain on ya brain
Leave these hoes screaming out my name
Things getting strange
The way this wide body
Switch lanes It's amazing
Had to leave the city 'cause a nigga felt caged in
Say kid
I can finally tell my momma that I'm famous
I can't hold ya
It just all comes easy now
(No I can't lose ya now)
(I just can't let ya down)
I can't hold ya
This high ain't coming down oh!
I can't hold ya
Who ever thought a florida boy
Could talk like this
They try to count out the south
I Kick door right in
Buccaneer license plate
S500 benz
Want you to see my gold teeth
Ain't no need for a tint
Are you mad at me cause my team just so happened to win
Would you be mad at me If I was never rapping again
Who ever knew success would show who was really pretend
If I ain't ever chased my dreams
I would've died with some friends
Now I isolate myself I got nothing to say
We struck fire light lightning
Champions of bay
Transformed the sound
Right front of your face
Now I'm only show face
If im gettin some pape
Look like Steve Stamkos
White Lambo at sunoco
Sippin polar pops
Reflecting on going back home
Put down a lot just to pick up the microphone
Not fuckin with niggas that made that shit feel so wrong
But life is what you make it
And life's bitch that's exactly why you need patience
And I been waiting
For you niggas to shut up
You yuck mouth
You stupid ass
You dumb fuck
Don't give one fucks
Bout what you talking about
You got no stats
And you ain't had no scouts
I had offers and I never went to ball
I ain't go to college
My nigga I risked it all
I can't hold ya
It just all comes easy now
(No I can't lose ya now)
(I just can't let ya down)
I can't hold ya
This high ain't coming down oh!
(No I can't lose ya now)
(I just can't let ya down)
I can't hold ya



Credits
Writer(s): Charles Braggs, Josiah Marshall, Miguel Morales, P. Soul
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