Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Solitaire, artist - Chris Webby.
Date of issue: 04.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Solitaire |
Why is everyone afraid of me? |
I get it, I’m fuckin' crazy B |
And lyrically superior to most my peers |
So now no one wants to play with me |
I’m just sitting in my sandbox, all alone, patiently, yellin' out |
Please! |
When is hip-hop coming back on the scene? |
When is real shit gonna be showin' up on my screen? |
Why these wack little kids out thinkin' they the king? |
I’ve been in these gladiator pits workin' on my swing |
Call me Maximus, on every track I bust |
You just ain’t quick enough on the draw, ain’t fast enough |
To spar with Godzilla, you don’t have the guts |
And just the thing, these the cats that used to laugh at us |
And call me, a fucking loser 'cause I sat on my computer |
Just playing Command and Conquer, now I have conquered the future |
So keep on spreadin' rumors and keep on thinking you cooler |
But you’re neutered, no balls at all comin' through ya better run |
Listen, I’ma count to 6, before I break 'em down like I got an ounce to flip |
I’ll crush your motherfuckin' skull like The Mountain, bitch |
And put it in a song, let the people bounce to this |
I’m bringing you that sound you missed, that lyrical flow |
All that shit that you don’t hear anymore |
And know Webby goin' sick a lot, ammunition box full of 50 shots |
And got a couple torpedoes for all these Little Yachts |
They scared of me like I’m tucking a sawed-off |
They know that if they steppin' up they’ll be in my Raw Thoughts |
Fuck it, I’m raw dog |
Pause |
All I’m saying’s I don’t give a fuck, I’ll be comin' at all y’all |
That Molotov flow, I’ma scorch the ground |
I tore shit down and torched them, now all around |
They bow to their new king as I wore the crown |
They can’t ignore the sounds, I’m a warrior now |
And I’ma call 'em out (Why?) |
'Cause fuck 'em, that’s why (Oh) |
The shit that y’all been bumping is some fuckin' trash, I will not stand and |
watch as my love of rap dies |
So I guess I gotta be the motherfuckin' bad guy |
But I wish I had some friends in this game and shit |
I got 'em all scared by the flames I spit, and claims I make |
They thinkin' that I’m dangerous |
So now, nobody ever wanna play with Chris |
Which is fine, I’m an only child anyway |
This is how it’s always been, live it everyday |
They see the look up in my eyes and they get afraid |
So I’m all by myself here as I play |
Motherfuckin' Solitaire |
They don’t wanna play with me, they afraid of me, I know |
(Listen, I don’t need no help, I’ma do this shit by myself) |
Like it’s motherfuckin' Solitaire |
They don’t wanna play with me, they afraid of me, I know |
(Listen, I don’t need no help, I’ma do this shit by myself) |
If rap was a video game, you’d play on G-Eazy |
Me, I’m G, expert mode, please believe me |
Steezy, put this shit down for CT |
I can’t leave rap alone, the game needs me |
I am the mic, the microphone killa |
You got no chance, like fist fightin' gorillas |
And since Mac Miller unfollowed me on Twitter |
I’ve been a little bitter, but kept on getting bigger |
While the game ignored me I’ve been sippin' 40's |
Smokin' hella weed, watching Rick and Morty |
Focused on my dream 'til that shit was morphing |
Into the real thing, now I live my story |
Chris was born to rule so I’ll ride out the storm of wackness |
Which is now the societal norm |
I’m so fuckin' good at my job, I don’t try anymore |
It’s autopilot when I go and grab the mic and record |
The shit you couldn’t buy in the store, indeed I flow |
An animal, follow my name with E-I-O |
Like Old Mcdonald, try to follow as I speak I know |
I’m crazy, la vida loca, fee-fi-fo- |
Fum. |
You’re done when I come through to take your head |
And grind your bones into dust just to make my bread |
With bacon, egg, and cheese, shit I’m stayin' fed |
And killing everything until the fuckin' day I’m dead |
Tryna bring that fire back, my time is gonna be |
Right now, shit, I see it right in front of me |
But I’m also watching hip-hop decline and wondering |
How these other lyricists could stand by so comfortably |
As the shit we grew up on dissolves, devolves |
To what we got now, Mumble Rap, top of the charts |
No more skill, no more soul, and no more bars |
No respect for the OG’s who started it all |
It’s almost like if you know how to rap, then it’s wack to these kids |
All they care about is swagger and cash |
And the tats on your face and the likes on your post |
Ain’t no passion for the craft, all hype, it’s a joke |
But I’ll have the last laugh, 'cause I’m bound to be |
A legend of the new school you’re about to see |
Why everybody running full speed down the street |
'Cause they scared to throw it down with me |
It’s like I’m playing |
Fuckin' Solitaire |
They don’t wanna play with me, they afraid of me, I know |
(Listen, I don’t need no help, I’ma do this shit by myself) |
Like it’s motherfuckin' Solitaire |
They don’t wanna play with me, they afraid of me, I know |
(Listen, I don’t need no help, I’ma do this shit by myself) |