(This beat made by my boy Benny)
(Yeah right now do it)
[Hook: Carbo]
Take that shit baby (baby), take this shit to my grave
Making hits don't call it quits baby, homies they wanna behave
Now take this shit baby (baby), we making it all the way
We making it all the way, we better go all the way
[Verse 1: Carbo]
(Yeah Yeah Yeah)
Maybe it drives me insane, maybe it’s easing the pain (Yeah)
Maybe i’m closer to fame, maybe i’m blowing my brains (Yeah)
Fucking Kurt Cobaine, life been pulling my chain (Yeah)
Like Alexander the Wang, swerving into a lane (Yeah)
Wanna say that I made it, wanna reign with the greatest
Wanna drain away the blaming game away from my basement
Yeah
Wait a minute, that’s a Rollie she be looking in it
Time stop while the watch ticking
Blunt stick but you gotta lick it
Finger licking bitches want a man for the riches
Stop fronting motherfucker, stop coming back and switching
Tell that pussy boy buck up!
Hummingbird its a kitchen
Cooking dope now we missing
Spread the gas like division
Decisions decisions I don't give a fuck about no ones opinion
This business ridiculous
Rappers just tryna top all the musicians, they stealing their rhythms without their permission
I only be driven to make all this music for purely enjoyment
This shit be getting me ready for early retirement
Tired of the people just turning to violence
Theres not a single damn part of my life that a homie desire man
This shit is fire man-This shit is fire man-This shit is fire man (Yeah)
Untouchable like I'm Iron Man
I dont know why the fuck you crying man
You a bitch wish i could make you quiet man
You a dying man (Yeah Aye)
You a dying man (Yeah)
Yeah you a dying man (Uh)
Yeah you a dying man (Yeah)
Yeah you a dying man
You a dying man
Hundred mill in my pocket
Hundred mill in the moshpit
I been counting up on bodies (Aye)
Count me in, not everybody
(That's all I wanna do haha)
(Oh shit is it playing again?)
Oh okay yeah uh
Sola-Solace Shit
Solace Shit
Solace Shit (Aye)
[Hook: Carbo]
Take that shit baby (baby), take this shit to my grave
Making hits don't call it quits baby, homies they wanna behave
Now take this shit baby (baby), we making it all the way
We making it all the way, we better go all the way
[Verse 2: Boubacar & Dangerfield]
(Thank you brother)
We better go all the way
We better go all the way
I wanna go far away
Yeah-Yeah
We better go all the way
We better go all the way
I'm really just fucking tonight today
(Yeah Aye)
All my way
I'm so wavy (Uh)
Give her the gravy (Uh)
She so lazy (Uh)
She so loco, I just wanna poke-o
She gon' fucking jump up on my dick just like a pogo (Pogo!)
Yeah Rasta - you know I like Rasta
I ain't fucking with imposters cuz they putting gluten in my fucking pasta
Yeah no no, I ain't fucking with you slo-mo's
Had to slow it down cuz I got the cam and I had to get the GoPro
Tell that pussy he can go home
I ain't kicking with it in the dojo
When I'm blowing smoke out the window
Blowing smoke like the Holy Ghost
Blowing O's in her fucking throat
When she motherfucking bout to overdose
And she bout to choke
It's because we smoking Endo
She ain't really wanna inhale
But she know me well, I'm an asshole
(Dangerfield)
Know me well, I’m an asshole
Type a dude shoulda never let ya dad kno
We some big fish they tadpole
When it’s time to fry don’t even pass bro
Just inhale on the gas hoe
Sum kerosene on that track yo
Go tear ya spleen we very mean
Embarrassing ya whole team, call it therapy how we-
Knock ya shit, so positive
It’s toxic bitch, how the kids kick all the hits
So call it shit or call it lame, but everything’s just a shame in the god damn master game
(Game-Game-Game-Ga-Ga-Ga-Ga)
WHAT THE-FUCK-ITS-SOLACE-BITCH
[Hook: Carbo]
Take that shit baby (baby), take this shit to my grave
Making hits don't call it quits baby, homies they wanna behave
Now take this shit baby (baby), we making it all the way
We making it all the way, we better go all the way
