| Yeah
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| You know I relate to the things, I’m relatin' to 'em
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| That shit heartbreaking to 80 with their lighter under that spoon
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| Searchin' for the stars and the moon
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| I was coke twistin', nose drippin', hoppin' out the low trippin'
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| She on the low strippin', she didn’t know different
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| I’m out in KC, I’m trippin' 'til the low get in
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| This shit just like home, 2-tone drippin'
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| 2 phone’s clickin', new chrome spinnin'
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| This bitch the devil, she almost caught us both slippin'
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| With all the drama and the bullshit goin' on
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| I’m barely holdin' on, the football’s got me on
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| Daydreamin', seein' doubles when I switch lanes
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| I’m tryna duck lames, a legend in the drug game
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| Rolodex look, many OT buggin'
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| Half a mil tucked in a brand new oven
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| Barcelona, tryna slide right through customs
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| 10 thou for a pound, next-level hustlin'
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| SF love me, I’m rich, I’m still hungry
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| I lost a lot of friends, my past still haunt me
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| A few mil monthly, pockets real chunky
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| They try to steal from me, he a real mummy
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| Walk around like a mummy, boy, I’m half dead
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| But I hope a little cookie smoke make it in my last breath
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| 150k, I’m finna blow this shit on diamonds
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| Respect lil young and hustle, but his package on consignment
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| Solitary confinement, due the lack of being compliance
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| Sacrifice it for my team, only way I could define it
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| 150k, I’m finna blow this shit on diamonds
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| Respect lil young and hustle, but his package on consignment
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| Solitary confinement, due the lack of being compliance
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| Sacrifice it for my team, only way I could define it
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| Pullin' up the Levante, seats lookin' like picante
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| Seven Old Valley drop day
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| Truck sendin' off shockwaves
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| You don’t need 30 if you got aim
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| And I’m from the dope game
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| But I get it bundled up, my uncle hit me as soon as the whole came
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| I gave the blammy to my little nigga and he finna go cray
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| Whole day we was baggin' up
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| Why the homie never mad at us?
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| I told them niggas get a bag or somethin'
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| Just blew through a half a onion
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| And this on the blue band, a nigga burn in hell
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| Fuck rap, I got a murder rap
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| Where you from? |
| Never heard of that
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| Base rock, I was servin' that at like 15, maybe 14
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| Put him on, that’s the OG
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| Cut you off, you the police
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| Money up 'til the phone ring
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| Hello? |
| Meet me at the KFC
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| Nigga money up 'til my phone ring
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| Place a order for the whole thing
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| And we want half of it
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| Every time I fly and rap in another city
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| I get a bag from it
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| I’m feelin' like Pablo Escobar 'cause I got the trap buggin'
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| I blew a quarter mili on myself 'cause I never had nothin'
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| 150k, I’m finna blow this shit on diamonds
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| Respect lil young and hustle, but his package on consignment
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| Solitary confinement, due the lack of being compliance
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| Sacrifice it for my team, only way I could define it
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| 150k, I’m finna blow this shit on diamonds
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| Respect lil young and hustle, but his package on consignment
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| Solitary confinement, due the lack of being compliance
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| Sacrifice it for my team, only way I could define it
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| Sacrificin' for the team
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| Pocket fulla cheese
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| I can hear you niggas talkin' but it’s not what I believe
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| I give a lot of blessings so a lot’s what I recieve
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| Then I’m workin' every day so at the top’s where I’ma be
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| Don’t really need awards, ain’t nothin' off what I’ve achieved
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| I’ll just take the millions dog, and the crib and lotsa weed
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| I own a property, your girl on top of me
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| And them niggas that I’m ridin' with ain’t never crossin' me
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| We went to private flight from smokin' out economy
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| To Maybachs with the curtains when we need some privacy
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| I let her hit the kush, now she can never lie to me
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| You swear you niggas drippin' but you lookin' dry to me
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| I gotta get this cake, you know how expensive Prada be
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| Ain’t worry 'bout the shit that come my way, that’s not a thing
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| And if you want some smoke, well there’s some smoke you gotta bring
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| All my niggas was right there when niggas started things
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| You know what I mean?
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| 150k, I’m finna blow this shit on diamonds
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| Respect lil young and hustle, but his package on consignment
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| Solitary confinement, due the lack of being compliance
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| Sacrifice it for my team, only way I could define it
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| 150k, I’m finna blow this shit on diamonds
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| Respect lil young and hustle, but his package on consignment
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| Solitary confinement, due the lack of being compliance
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| Sacrifice it for my team, only way I could define it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Solitary , by - Berner. Song from the album Slimey Individualz, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп