Solace

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

[beat switch]

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)