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Lyrics



Solo - Final Date Lyrics



verse 1
It had been twenty odd years
Don't know what the city had planned
Hoping that I make it out the man
I was scrambling again
Running from my niggas and the fam
Tryna be the one to get us in
I was gunning for the spot
'Ready had the vision on lock
Bookie tryna take it to the top
Also fucking read a lot
I was in the studio to plot
I was putting records in a pop
All in pocket, have the streets buzzing
Back when, George Avakian was beatboxing
Cousin, y'all must've known the boy was up to something
I was taking routes nobody thought of at my introduction
No discussion

verse 2
I don't even gotta pretend
Honour the position that I'm in
It will take a lot to get offended
I am in it for the win
For every minute that I've ?
I am at the pinnacle of everything
I blow it in the wind
Running out of fucks I couldn't give
I am talking of you
Go against me, I could put you in a ring
? a little bit of sin
Do you know how many mistakes a brother can fit it three decades
Loss of long term friendships
Sometimes it bees that way
Shaking ? cuddling ? turned enemies one day
Shaking faith, buckle your knees
And just believe one pray
Exchange painful experience over pain killing discipline
Already an instrument
Got that level of influence
Since the devil's all into this
Might just see an impasse
Chasing levels for legend status
To leave the league fast
We got a plan and we docking numbers, just know that
And y'all been faking deaths
We ain't about it, that's no cap
And I've been running laps in the lateral
Drill like ? Adam
And still you cannot be acting like you about it when actually
I'm chasing a balance where happiness ain't a challenge
Say what's up to the average
Y'all shake my hand, feel the callouses
That's the difference
Accustomed to take action on cameras
Wile you bear witness
Seeing through glasses
Drastically cracking
Been backing out, good luck
I got my boys, we muscle up
Kiss wife good night
We park her up
We ride tonight, we buckle up
And on the verse of self destruct
We conjure up
We summon all this motion forward
Rollercoasting going through the fucking...