Solid

(album: In Freebandz We Trust 2 - 2017)

Niggas switching but that's fine with me
But I'd rather niggas switch, than fake ride with me
Hope you just be my enemy instead of lie to me
Nigga prolly would've killed me, would he died for me?
I just want a million dollars that my mom can see
I'll get you hit for real, don't know why niggas trying me
Certified G, I'm who these niggas tryin'a be
I went from sleeping on a bunk to flying privately
Is she lying to my face when she on top of me
Shit, honestly, yeah probably
Try to play me like a lame as far as I can see
And all that sauce, she saw that dripping, she got for me
[?] with all the gangstas holding on your own at the gym
Ask about me they gon' say you better not start shit with him
That boy gon' get you wacked, oh yeah, he's heartless for real
I was stoping niggas out and had blood on my Timbs
I was thugging for real, but these niggas playing
All this faking, they're just tryin'a stop my concentration
Niggas pray I never make it, niggas speaking bad on me guaranteed hating

'Cause everyday come back silent when you ask about me
Walk on nigga come and try these straps around me
There's 20 in my pocket, I keep cash around me
If you cross me nigga ain't no coming back around me
I'm just running up a bag, all these hundreds on me
I've got Gucci, I've got Fendi, all this money on me
All these bitches playing games, you can't run it on me
[?] come back solid, ain't no fuck shit on me

All these dreads make your bitch look
Your favorite shooter down the road, getting his shit took
I ain't faking, ask my partner that
Thought he was gangsta, prison knocked that tough shit out of him
Thought that was my [?], but them niggas weren't looking out
They be looking up to me and I'm smiling while looking down
When I was fresh out, yeah, I said I ain't working out
Fuck doing them pull ups, if he play then I'm pulling out
My own niggas went against me
That's why I'm flexing, I'll make it so that they miss me
All this power come with shooters nigga
I'm FreeBand gang you know what I can do to nigga

'Cause everyday come back silent when you ask about me
Walk on nigga come and try these straps around me
There's 20 in my pocket, I keep cash around me
If you cross me nigga ain't no coming back around me
I'm just running up a bag, all these hundreds on me
I've got Gucci, I've got Fendi, all this money on me
All these bitches playing games, you can't run it on me
[?] come back solid, ain't no fuck shit on me