Stay Solid lyrics
by G Herbo
[Intro]
"Uh. I remember I used to gangbang everyday. I left all that sh*t alone. Goddamn, I ain't even know I'll be here. I just signed a deal for eight figures. Still independent."
Yeah
What
[Verse 1]
Feet hurt and my hands bloody, climbing up the mountain
Everyday got bands comin', word to my accountant
f*cked up yo' advance money and I'm still countin'
Every time they seen me beat the odds and they still doubtin'
Ain't no room for all the cars, I got three in my garage
I got rich off gangsta sh*t 'cause they can't see me bar for bar
I got n*ggas in my clique and they got rich from takin' risks
And sh*t, I still ain't made a hit beforе this sh*t was takin' hits
I made mistakes, we shot, almost ain't gеt away but we got back, bang the Wraith
I played it safe, I was totin' my sh*t everyday, n*gga lack, caught eight in his face
n*ggas die everyday, heard he said he gon' see me spray, same n*gga caught eight in his face
And we still gon' slide, any n*gga standin' outside, right there, he takin' his place (Blrrd)
And I'm still gon' ride, security by my side but I got me a big ol' fye
Got millions now, used to ride back in a Crown, now I get in my Lamb, go drive
In interrogations, I didn't snitch (Never)
Used to run my fingerprints and now I use my sh*t to start the whip
[Chorus]
I ain't gotta eat McDonald's, I do Benihana (Okay)
I bought Rollies for my potnas, Benzes for my momma
Big ass mansion with my potnas and that sh*t my momma
Bought so much Dolce & Gabana, now I'm Louis, Prada
Thinkin' 'bout the days when I ain't have a dollar, I stay solid
Shootouts everyday, my block wasn't none but drama, I stay solid
Lot of n*ggas faded, fell out 'bout them commas, I stay solid (f*ck 'em)
Street n*gga, I got a platinum card, ain't got no wallet
[Verse 2]
Started from the bottom, made it far 'cause I got knowledge
Something telling me "Go harder", so I wake up plottin' (Catch 'em)
I'm addicted to my spinnin' and I hate to call it
Spillin' money 'cause it's liquid, I'ma paperholic
Can't relate to broke n*ggas, I relate to ballers
Lost it once and got it back so I relate to fallin'
Trench babies with the sack, I relate to all of that
I was right next to the shooters, I relate to Spalding
Real n*gga before rap, that's a fact, I get racks
Used to trap to get back
Going back to get that
Just relax, I sit back
I don't react to chit chat
You disrespect me, get whacked
I keep one up, no click clack
I aim yo' way, see pitch black
Like I'ma fan, you hearin' claps
Won't hear me lyin' on no rap
Two Rolls, watches mismatch
I used to serve and flip crack
The Rolls Royce, I did that
I cruised the back of the 'Lac in the Raq
(Swerve, Big Swerve)
[Chorus]
I ain't gotta eat McDonald's, I do Benihana (Okay)
I bought Rollies for my potnas, Benzes for my momma
Big ass mansion with my potnas and that sh*t my momma
Bought so much Dolce & Gabana, now I'm Louis, Prada
Thinkin' 'bout the days when I ain't have a dollar, I stay solid
Shootouts everyday, my block wasn't none but drama, I stay solid
Lot of n*ggas faded, fell out 'bout them commas, I stay solid (f*ck 'em)
Street n*gga, I got a platinum card, ain't got no wallet