G Herbo
Stay Solid
[Intro]
"Uh. I remember I used to gangbang everyday. I left all that shit alone. Goddamn, I ain't even know I'll be here. I just signed a deal for eight figures. Still independent."
Yeah
What

[Verse 1]
Feet hurt and my hands bloody, climbing up the mountain
Everyday got bands comin', word to my accountant
Fucked up yo' advance money and I'm still countin'
Every time they seen me beat the odds and they still doubtin'
Ain't no room for all the cars, I got three in my garage
I got rich off gangsta shit 'cause they can't see me bar for bar
I got n***as in my clique and they got rich from takin' risks
And shit, I still ain't made a hit beforе this shit was takin' hits
I made mistakes, we shot, almost ain't gеt away but we got back, bang the Wraith
I played it safe, I was totin' my shit everyday, n***a lack, caught eight in his face
N***as die everyday, heard he said he gon' see me spray, same n***a caught eight in his face
And we still gon' slide, any n***a standin' outside, right there, he takin' his place (Blrrd)
And I'm still gon' ride, security by my side but I got me a big ol' fye
Got millions now, used to ride back in a Crown, now I get in my Lamb, go drive
In interrogations, I didn't snitch (Never)
Used to run my fingerprints and now I use my shit to start the whip

[Chorus]
I ain't gotta eat McDonald's, I do Benihana (Okay)
I bought Rollies for my potnas, Benzes for my momma
Big ass mansion with my potnas and that shit my momma
Bought so much Dolce & Gabana, now I'm Louis, Prada
Thinkin' 'bout the days when I ain't have a dollar, I stay solid
Shootouts everyday, my block wasn't none but drama, I stay solid
Lot of n***as faded, fell out 'bout them commas, I stay solid (Fuck 'em)
Street n***a, I got a platinum card, ain't got no wallet
[Verse 2]
Started from the bottom, made it far 'cause I got knowledge
Something telling me "Go harder", so I wake up plottin' (Catch 'em)
I'm addicted to my spinnin' and I hate to call it
Spillin' money 'cause it's liquid, I'ma paperholic
Can't relate to broke n***as, I relate to ballers
Lost it once and got it back so I relate to fallin'
Trench babies with the sack, I relate to all of that
I was right next to the shooters, I relate to Spalding
Real n***a before rap, that's a fact, I get racks
Used to trap to get back
Going back to get that
Just relax, I sit back
I don't react to chit chat
You disrespect me, get whacked
I keep one up, no click clack
I aim yo' way, see pitch black
Like I'ma fan, you hearin' claps
Won't hear me lyin' on no rap
Two Rolls, watches mismatch
I used to serve and flip crack
The Rolls Royce, I did that
I cruised the back of the 'Lac in the Raq
(Swerve, Big Swerve)

[Chorus]
I ain't gotta eat McDonald's, I do Benihana (Okay)
I bought Rollies for my potnas, Benzes for my momma
Big ass mansion with my potnas and that shit my momma
Bought so much Dolce & Gabana, now I'm Louis, Prada
Thinkin' 'bout the days when I ain't have a dollar, I stay solid
Shootouts everyday, my block wasn't none but drama, I stay solid
Lot of n***as faded, fell out 'bout them commas, I stay solid (Fuck 'em)
Street n***a, I got a platinum card, ain't got no wallet