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DJ Esco

"Solid"

[Verse 1]
n*ggas switching but that’s fine with me
But I’d rather n*ggas switch, than fake ride with me
Hope you just be my enemy instead of lie to me
n*gga prolly would’ve killed me, would he died for me?
I just want a million dollars that my mom can see
I’ll get you hit for real, don’t know why n*ggas tryin’ me
Certified G, I’m who these n*ggas tryin’a be
I went from sleeping on a bunk to flying privately
Is she lying to my face when she on top of me
sh*t, honestly, yeah probably
Try to play me like a lame as far as I can see
And all that sauce, she saw that drippin’, she got for me
[?] with all the gangstas holdin’ on your own at the gym
Ask about me they gon’ say you better not start sh*t with him
That boy gon’ get you wacked, oh yeah, he’s heartless for real
I was stopin’ n*ggas out and had blood on my Timbs
I was thuggin’ for real, but these n*ggas playin’
All this fakin’, they’re just tryin’a stop my concentration
n*ggas pray I never make it, n*ggas speakin’ bad on me guaranteed hatin’

[Chorus]
‘Cause everyday come back silent when you ask about me
Walk on n*gga come and try these straps around me
There’s 20 in my pocket, I keep cash around me
If you cross me n*gga ain’t no coming back around me
I’m just running up a bag, all these hundreds on me
I’ve got Gucci, I’ve got Fendi, all this money on me
All these b*tches playing games, you can’t run it on me
[?] come back solid, ain’t no f*ck sh*t on me

[Verse 2]
All these dreads make your b*tch look
Your favorite shooter down the road, gettin’ his sh*t took
I ain’t fakin’, ask my partner that
Thought he was gangsta, prison knocked that tough sh*t out of him
Thought that was my [?], but them n*ggas weren’t lookin’ out
They be lookin’ up to me and I’m smiling while lookin’ down
When I was fresh out, yeah, I said I ain’t working out
f*ck doing them pull ups, if he play then I’m pulling out
My own n*ggas went against me
That’s why I’m flexin’, I’ll make it so that they miss me
All this power come with shooters n*gga
I’m FreeBand gang you know what I can do to n*gga

[Chorus]
‘Cause everyday come back silent when you ask about me
Walk on n*gga come and try these straps around me
There’s 20 in my pocket, I keep cash around me
If you cross me n*gga ain’t no coming back around me
I’m just running up a bag, all these hundreds on me
I’ve got Gucci, I’ve got Fendi, all this money on me
All these b*tches playing games, you can’t run it on me
[?] come back solid, ain’t no f*ck sh*t on me

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