Solo-Keys
I woke up broke
Got that pocket flow
Lost in the ocean
Hope this money float
Better call me GOAT
I spit bars, don't choke
These gold bars don't float
Fuck! These bars don't float
Whoa..
Have you ever been stuck in that one kinda situation?
You know, the one we don't really like to talk about?
They stir up some feelings inside, but we swear there's no correlation…
It's almost subjugation,
The way these cards have fell
You used to be family,
Now I wish you nothing but hell…
We like to hold some people close
The kinds that you trust the most
Call em brothers, sisters, whatever you will
The people at the table when you share a meal…
And that's why it cuts so deep
When you pull this bullshit on me
All that talk about family…
And you threw it away
For what?
A fucking pound of weed?
I damn near woulda gave it to you for free
What I don't understand is how you could take our pictures…
Aren't you a father too?
Oh wait, that's right, I already knew
You don't really give a shit about yo daughter
Or that baby momma when you always slapping up on her
Talk about money this, money that,
Open yo pockets, they full of scat
And that bitch you keep so close to ya heart
Nigga it was like a homie attack
Look around you, she's been chin up with every sac
All up on them perks
Nigga relax
You finna have a heart attack,
And at this point I don't care
You held a gun to my woman
Bitch ass nigga you know that ain't fair
You think you got all this merit
Doin what you do, tryna help out lil ro
But seems to me your pockets the ones you tryna fill with cheese
I was helpin out, tryna get my boy out,
Movin more shit than you could fucking count,
Then I got better deals, tried to bring you in
But that was a waste, your heart started fillin with hate
Or maybe it was your ego,
God I hope that shit didn't inflate
Solo, for your sake,
I just hope you straighten up
It's only been two weeks and my bread stacked back to the top
3 days later and you ended up locked by the cops...