Solid

Mmm Mmm-mmm Yeah, fuck it, let me pop my shit one time Chorus Nobody got hit, spin the block again Yeah, yeah I done been too solid, something got to give Yeah, yeah Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill They thought it was rap cap and I told 'em that I got a mil' You can get whatever if you ask me, you ain't gotta steal My lil' woadie said he fightin' demons, feel like he gotta kill And I just left the hood to catch a vibe and that shit give me chills Verse 1 One hand on my steering wheel, other arm to work the blicky I'ma be forever gang but smart enough to keep my distance Product of the real trenches, that's why I wear a trench coat Damn near fucked my life gamblin', bet it all on ten-to-four Rap get slow, I'm sellin' loads, can't get caught with no skinny ho Can't get caught with no ho at all, bitch, don't slam my door that hard I pull up like, Oh my Lawd, she gon' shop, she hold my card Glock four-fifth my bodyguard, I sip syrup, no noddin' off If you know you owe me, better come and pay me, better not be a dollar short I done took the game, put it in a lock, I ain't even try Lookin' like a lick, tryna play slick, nigga, you'll die Comin' from the bricks, I ain't had shit, now the new Coupe 125 Yeah Chorus Nobody got hit, spin the block again Yeah, yeah I done been too solid, something got to give Ah, ah Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill Yeah Verse 2 Do it for my family, my fans, fuck how niggas feel Told 'em it was my turn, I'm guessing that time's here Skeleton my Cartier, makin' sure my time pure If you were not here when we was thuggin', you can't come 'round here Hard work, my grind real, I'm dedicated to get this paper He okay, he's been a hater, I don't know why he mad at me I won't let the youngins take him off, and now he mad at me He better be lucky that I ain't out here just bad rappin' High speed, gettin' in low gear, streets taught me have no fear I invested in the West, their niggas know I've sold my dope there Pretty pussy, no hair, she don't like when I put it in my song So I can't go there, but she know I like to go there Chorus Nobody got hit, spin the block again Yeah, yeah I done been too solid, something got to give Yeah, yeah Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill They thought it was rap cap and I told 'em that I got a mil' You can get whatever if you ask me, you ain't gotta steal My lil' woadie said he fightin' demons, feel like he gotta kill And I just left the hood to catch a vibe and that shit give me chills Outro What's happenin', Chi Chi