Solo

Groovin' solo, high-speed tempo
Keep that paper in my sights
Turned up, no chill, my life's so real
Nothin' but money on my mind

And I'm gon' get it
See, I was late night creepin', I was groovin' down the Fax
Orange and blue'd up, havin' my orange H-Star hat
Feelin' good, 'cause I'm sittin' on a few racks and (uh-huh)
That 4-5 judge got my back as needed
Get times, these niggas, they be on the trip shit (real)
That's when I get out of retirement on my Hoover Crip shit
You know, jump out the whip, two-piece to them lips quick
Then finish them off, 'cause that's what I do shit

But really, I'm tryin' to ride and coast, you know, link up
My niggas have us a couple of toasts you, know
Sit back, kick the bullshit, 'cause I miss my LoCs
R.I.P. solo, you was missed, sis (oh, yeah)
So, I'ma stay on my grind, you know
Stay doin' me, deep thoughts on my mind, you know
Sit back, reflect on how life passed me by (they did)
It's the BA Double

Groovin' solo, high-speed tempo
Keep that paper in my sights
Turned up, no chill, my life's so real
Nothin' but money on my mind (yeah)

Check it, run for the money, I don't run for the bullshit
Always keep it 100, always packin' a full clip (uh-huh)
Always on my square, always prepared to set it off
Never outta bounds, never takin' a loss
Always here on my mark, never losin' my pivot
Never lost in the sauce, as always about the business
One man army, one man gang, I soldier for the fortune, fuck the fame
I'm lyin', I want them both the same

I move against the grain, I buck all the odds
Place your bets on me, 'cause I am the surest shot
Officially official, mind of a criminal organized
You should be advised, never cross over that line
'Cause love can turn to hate in a fraction, and that call to action is instant
Grant your death wish and seal it with that long kiss goodnight
No witnesses to dispose
I do my dirt all by my lonely, then I'm ghost, uh

Groovin' solo, high speed tempo
Keep that paper in my sights
Turned up, no chill, my life's so real
Nothin' but money on my mind