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070 Phi

"Solitude"

[Intro]
In this land of high demand
n*ggas prayin' that they touch 100 bands
Feel some type of way when you can't feed the fam'
Only if a n*gga had a hundred bands
Ain't no telling if you make it outta here
They gon' take advantage if you ain't aware
In the field, you better have some outerwear
They gon' catch you lackin' if you ain't aware
Understand n*ggas prayin' that they see 100 bands
Feel some type of way when you can't feed the fam'
High demand, high demand

[Chorus]
Get the money, feed the family, that's the way to be
(That's the way)
I had worked for n*ggas daily like the agency
(I had wait)
But n*ggas hide they head down, now they hatin' me
(Now they mad)
No gratitude, solitude, that's the way to be (Yeah)
Solo Dolo, like I'm Cudi, she wan' be my hubby (My love)
Don't that sh*t sound kind of nutty, she just need some buddy
(She need some love)
Smokin' ganja with my Rasta, I laid off the dutty (Dope)
But I came up from the dirt, that's why I'm drippin' muddy (Mud)

[Verse 1]
Mud boy like Sheck (Sheck)
Good price out west (West)
Bring it back to the east (Yeah)
Loud pack for the streets
28 lighters on my dresser, yes sir (Yes sir)
I know how to play a b*tch, finesse her, undress her (Undress her)
Give her good wood, nothin' more, nothin' lesser (Yeah)
I ain't lettin' up, no remorse under pressure
Now she want some cocaine
Look, all I got is propane (Yeah)
I need me some show money
Call that sh*t road gain (Yeah)
I'm talkin' regrowth, yeah, this ain't no re-rock
This is that uncut, work to put in the street blocks
28 grams on my dresser, yes sir
I ain't lettin' up, no remorse under pressure

[Chorus]
Get the money, feed the family, that's the way to be
(That's the way)
I had worked for n*ggas daily like the agency
(I had wait)
But n*ggas hide they head down, now they hatin' me
(Now they mad)
No gratitude, solitude, that's the way to be (Yeah)
Solo Dolo, like I'm Cudi, she wan' be my hubby (My love)
Don't that sh*t sound kind of nutty, she just need some buddy
(She need some love)
Smokin' ganja with my Rasta, I laid off the dutty (Dope)
But I came up from the dirt, that's why I'm drippin' muddy (Mud)

[Verse 2]
Okay, you feel me, but try to understand me (Understand)
n*ggas pitchin' bullsh*t, tryna underhand me (Underhand)
I just roll me up a blunt, I call that sh*t a Grammy (Roll up a gram)
I don't need me no awards, b*tch, I got the family (I got the fam')
Okay, we back in this b*tch, yeah
And we ain't lackin' the big, yeah
I told her come with the vibes, ho
Don't be here naggin' and sh*t, yeah
And don't ask me for sh*t, yeah
I'ma do it if I wanna
Because I be doin' what I wanna
I was outside all summer
Out in New York and I'm smokin' on sour
But that sh*t be keepin' me froze (Froze)
Wonder if heaven got visitin' hours
'Cause I'd rather be with my bros (My bros)
Did dirt, never told
Rather take it to the grave with me
Trap mindset stayed with me
I can't let nobody play with me

[Chorus]
Get the money, feed the family, that's the way to be
(That's the way)
I had worked for n*ggas daily like the agency
(I had wait)
But n*ggas hide they head down, now they hatin' me
(Now they mad)
No gratitude, solitude, that's the way to be (Yeah)
Solo Dolo, like I'm Cudi, she wan' be my hubby (My love)
Don't that sh*t sound kind of nutty, she just need some buddy
(She need some love)
Smokin' ganja with my Rasta, I laid off the dutty (Dope)
But I came up from the dirt, that's why I'm drippin' muddy (Yeah)

[Outro]
Drippin' mud, yeah, drippin' mud, yeah
Drippin' mud, yeah, drippin' mud, yeah
Drippin' mud, yeah, I came up from the mud, yeah
Drippin' mud, yeah, I came up from the mud, yeah

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