Solace Lyrics

Trying to find my way to spring

She fuckin' wit my heart, dog, and pulling on the strings

Trying not to reminisce about them days on the swing

Set trippin' I'm on my way down and spreading my wings, bitch

They said I was a king

I'm sitting on her bedside and hearing her scream

I write raps about my life but got my arm in a sling

I take 10 for the night and hear the gardener sing, bitch

I'm runnin' up a check dog

You know my brodies gang bang

I'm dying for my bih dog (Yeah, yeah)

I'm dyin' for my set, dog

The choppa going slang-slang, got diamonds on my wrist, dog

500 on my neck, cuffin no bitch, huh

Head huntin', no side talkin, no snitch, huh

Ridin' round with the semi onto my hip, huh

No bih dance, no lane switchin, no kids (No switch)