Solid. Lyrics

(Buckroll)

Niggas see the competition, so they fuckin' up my mission

I be peepin' shit fast, it was just my intuition

They gon' miss me when I'm gone, I was right all along

Contemplatin' to myself, I was heavy on the bitchin

Only friend is the studio, I ain't even trippin though

Never do it for myself for my mama, who I do it for

Remember smokin' on the dutch leaves, autumn leaves

I remember my fatigue, tryna make it to the league

Ain't gon' happen now I'm rappin', I be hearin' niggas yappin

I was lookin' in the mirror, I was askin' what was happenin

Broke shit wasn't havin' it, wasn't happy, wasn't passionate

Hated steppin' on the field, when I was, I was flaggin it

Not a accident, foot up on the pedal, I be gassin it

Perseverin' through a dream, I been seein' hella clear

But the work was gettin' heavy, double-guessin', was I ready

Had me runnin' from the hate, it made me say I wanna quit

But that's what people wanna hear, everybody turn against ya

Steady watchin' how I'm speakin', if I hurt you, never meant to

It's a lot for me to say and explain what I've been through

It's a reflection from my brain to my voice

Built the last never really had a choice

Stayin' silent was a fuck-up

Bein' scared of a reaction, why I never get my hopes up

Goofy nigga, I be smilin' even when I'm down bad

Gettin' green, kept my luck up, made a nigga hush up

Zero pity for the weak mind, get up on my grind

On my mind, it's a journey that I picture every time

If I make it, won't forget you, only if I'm fuckin' with you

I'm as real as it gets when it comes to sharin' bricks

Put yourself up in my shoes

How it feel, how it feel

When the nigga that you rockin' with is runnin' up a mill

You gettin' money, now you takin' care of people on your team

Money stackin', people changin', now they goin' for the kill

He would never, he's supposed to be my nigga

He would never think about pullin' the trigger

Only thing up on his mind is gettin' richer

Fast with the hate, but they be slow on appreciate

I ain't trippin', that's they job

When I make it, wanna see they face

Bright lights lookin' dim, who was fuckin' with my shine

Pray to God it wasn't him, thought he wasn't one of them

I had to cut him out my circle, nigga, thought it was a game

It's a shame that the niggas who be takin' in your lane