Snap Weekly Week 6: Six Sense by The Honorable Solo D Lyrics
Solo, Solo
Uh
(Verse 1: Solo D)
Aha still goin in my sixth week
Im in deep missed sleep to make ends meet
Not friendly run with wolves never with sheep
They coolin like a pack of chicken yall a 10 piece
Lames using tatoos tryna seem official
Tryna scare me with they dreads and they finger pistols
All the Og's chillin making new moves
Them lame dudes learn they style off google
Prayin for em, i dont judge them i hope they move too
Stuff snap weekly in they ear like a bluetooth
Careful who around you they energy consume you
Hang around some losers you gon lose too
Boy I got my brain on big goals I hit those
Stayin on target like im Nick Foles i get chose
Like a playa in some slick clothes stay in zone
Tell em cross across the end zone
Yall dont feel me
I been doin it for a minute
My image ain't got a blemish
Flow sick and it need a perscription
You need to read the description...IM RAW
Somethin like sum sex with the condom off
Hyper at the bar i need some adderall
Boy i keep it true i be spittin facts
They lit as a cigarette
In a pack
Im smoking and super stressed about missing checks... IM HOT
I hope you ain't making no plans
I let em down like a Patriots fan
I stay liver than parades in Philly my aim is really the hang the villians take the game and rearrange the feelings
Workin for myself steady tryna bank some billions
And fuck i hopefully can save some children when i snap weekly
When i snap weekly
When i
(Verse 2: Solo D)
Nah
Fuck it I ain't done
The summer finna come
Tryna hustle so my sons ain't gotta come up in the slums
Runnin down the competition
Done Duh Duh Duh Duh
Calming down from top position ain't stoppin til #1
Who dat Solo Solo Solo D
Solo Solo Solo D
Uh
(Verse 1: Solo D)
Aha still goin in my sixth week
Im in deep missed sleep to make ends meet
Not friendly run with wolves never with sheep
They coolin like a pack of chicken yall a 10 piece
Lames using tatoos tryna seem official
Tryna scare me with they dreads and they finger pistols
All the Og's chillin making new moves
Them lame dudes learn they style off google
Prayin for em, i dont judge them i hope they move too
Stuff snap weekly in they ear like a bluetooth
Careful who around you they energy consume you
Hang around some losers you gon lose too
Boy I got my brain on big goals I hit those
Stayin on target like im Nick Foles i get chose
Like a playa in some slick clothes stay in zone
Tell em cross across the end zone
Yall dont feel me
I been doin it for a minute
My image ain't got a blemish
Flow sick and it need a perscription
You need to read the description...IM RAW
Somethin like sum sex with the condom off
Hyper at the bar i need some adderall
Boy i keep it true i be spittin facts
They lit as a cigarette
In a pack
Im smoking and super stressed about missing checks... IM HOT
I hope you ain't making no plans
I let em down like a Patriots fan
I stay liver than parades in Philly my aim is really the hang the villians take the game and rearrange the feelings
Workin for myself steady tryna bank some billions
And fuck i hopefully can save some children when i snap weekly
When i snap weekly
When i
(Verse 2: Solo D)
Nah
Fuck it I ain't done
The summer finna come
Tryna hustle so my sons ain't gotta come up in the slums
Runnin down the competition
Done Duh Duh Duh Duh
Calming down from top position ain't stoppin til #1
Who dat Solo Solo Solo D
Solo Solo Solo D