Mozzy - Solitary (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Mozzy - Solitary (en) Lyrics
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Yeah
You know I relate to the things,
I'm relatin' to 'em
That shit heartbreaking to 80 with
their lighter under that spoon
Searchin' for the stars and the moon
I was coke twistin', nose drippin',
hoppin' out the low trippin'
She on the low strippin', she
didn't know different
I'm out in KC, I'm trippin'
'til the low get in
This shit just like home,
2-tone drippin'
2 phone's clickin', new
chrome spinnin'
This bitch the devil, she almost
caught us both slippin'
With all the drama and
the bullshit goin' on
I'm barely holdin' on, the
football's got me on
Daydreamin', seein' doubles
when I switch lanes
I'm tryna duck lames, a legend
in the drug game
Rolodex look, many OT buggin'
Half a mil tucked in a brand new oven
Barcelona, tryna slide
right through customs
10 thou for a pound,
next-level hustlin'
SF love me, I'm rich, I'm still hungry
I lost a lot of friends,
my past still haunt me
A few mil monthly, pockets real chunky
They try to steal from
me, he a real mummy
Walk around like a mummy,
boy, I'm half dead
But I hope a little cookie smoke
make it in my last breath
150k, I'm finna blow this
shit on diamonds
Respect lil young and hustle, but
his package on consignment
Solitary confinement, due the
lack of being compliance
Sacrifice it for my team, only
way I could define it
Pullin' up the Levante, seats
lookin' like picante
Seven Old Valley drop day
Truck sendin' off shockwaves
You don't need 30 if you got aim
And I'm from the dope game
But I get it bundled up, my uncle
hit me as soon as the whole came
I gave the blammy to my little
nigga and he finna go cray
Whole day we was baggin' up
Why the homie never mad at us?
I told them niggas get
a bag or somethin'
Just blew through a half a onion
And this on the blue band,
a nigga burn in hell
Fuck rap, I got a murder rap
Where you from? Never heard of that
Base rock, I was servin' that
at like 15, maybe 14
Put him on, that's the OG
Cut you off, you the police
Money up 'til the phone ring
Hello? Meet me at the KFC
Nigga money up 'til my phone ring
Place a order for the whole thing
And we want half of it
Every time I fly and
rap in another city
I get a bag from it
I'm feelin' like Pablo Escobar
'cause I got the trap buggin'
I blew a quarter mili on myself
'cause I never had nothin'
Sacrificin' for the team
Pocket fulla cheese
I can hear you niggas talkin'
but it's not what I believe
I give a lot of blessings so
a lot's what I recieve
Then I'm workin' every day so
at the top's where I'ma be
Don't really need awards, ain't
nothin' off what I've achieved
I'll just take the millions dog,
and the crib and lotsa weed
I own a property, your
girl on top of me
And them niggas that I'm ridin'
with ain't never crossin' me
We went to private flight
from smokin' out economy
To Maybachs with the curtains
when we need some privacy
I let her hit the kush, now
she can never lie to me
You swear you niggas drippin'
but you lookin' dry to me
I gotta get this cake, you know
how expensive Prada be
Ain't worry 'bout the shit that come
my way, that's not a thing
And if you want some smoke, well there's
some smoke you gotta bring
All my niggas was right there
when niggas started things
You know what I mean?
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