Solitaire Lyrics

I'm with the mob suited up, telling bro he do enough

I'm with the reaper booted up, none of this shit new to us

Fake love, no fooling us

Fake tuff, oh its up

Hate drugs, I've had enough, yeah yeah yeah

And I been missing you my baby its unbearable

And I don't even vent to them cause they don't care at all

My mind was running round in circles like the carousel

And what they taught me over there I cant be fair at all

They kilt a witness so he got out in a couple months

I don't love it but fuck it that's the shit I'm around

He told on bro they wanna kill him he cant come around

And yeah they fearing seeing clearer like the ultra sound

I won't them fox two me, everybody got screws loose now I keep the tooly

Like fuck the old, I'mma focus on the new me

Cause if they catch me with my head down they'll do me

Brody don't you know that, that shit shit made me colder

I told my mama not to worry that's not where I'm going

I always knew they hated but they just didn't show it

I call they phone three times a week, hope they ain't feeling hopeless, yeah

I need my Brody out them chains bro that hurt me deep

Like why the fuck why I'm waiting for you bro this can't be me

I was feeling like the drugs the only way to sleep

I had a talent I was geeked relying on the streets

I'm with the mob suited up, telling bro he do enough

I'm with the reaper booted up, none of this shit new to us

Fake love, no fooling us

Fake tuff, oh its up

Hate drugs, I've had enough, yeah yeah yeah

I hate that feeling losing family had my head spinning

And I was sensing the sharks creeping but I kept swimming

I'll tilt my hat to you if you maintain the bread winner

They want what's ours so I gotta get the Benz tinted

And I feel safer with the robbers we got shit in common

And why the fuck I quit the drugs? bro they made me calmer

And I'm incapable of love I'm just being honest

And baby yeah I think you pretty can you be my darling?

Shout out to me for keeping it street even when they didn't

Like what the fuck y'all hate me for I guess they hate the winner

They broke and they don't even hustle but I give em pity

Many men wish death on me so still I tote a fifty

Solitaires, solitaires, she want solitaires, I'm tryna win all by my self I'm playing solitaire

Racketeer, racketeers, yeah the racketeers, misunderstood they always label us the racketeers

I'm with the mob suited up, telling bro he do enough

I'm with the reaper booted up, none of this shit new to us

Fake love, no fooling us

Fake tuff, oh its up

Hate drugs, I've had enough, yeah yeah yeah

I'm with the mob suited up, telling bro he do enough

I'm with the reaper booted up, none of this shit new to us

Fake love, no fooling us

Fake tuff, oh its up

Hate drugs, I've had enough, yeah yeah yeah