Dos Sinatra - S.O.L.O (feat. The King Lyrical) [Extended Version]

If it was good, man, if it was good to be solo, right, uh, uh, solo, been doing shit
Smell that gas, that's Ocho
Man, I'm to myself
I don't really got time and wealth

Need time and wealth
Gotta push for time and wealth
Food poison, now I gotta heal myself
So clever, my daughter and money making me better, uh

Whatever, let's put it in the Tesla
I don't gotta harm nobody who wanna test me
John Gotti, uh, Bugatti
Now she wanna swallow me, uh, wasabi

I'm a loner, more than a soldier
I told ya, pressure diamond to make a sculpture
Like a comedy roast, I gotta roast ya
I'm a solo nigga, I'm not a joke, bruh

Damn, why you wanna follow me
Damn, why you wanna copy me
Damn, why you wanna lie on me
Like, damn, why you wanna harm on me

Damn, why you wanna follow me
Damn, why you wanna lie on me
Damn, why you wanna harm on me
Damn, why you wanna follow me

Riding solo, fuck your vibe, I get it on my own
I will strive and keep it on the low-low
Move in silence, you will never know though
When I'm up, don't ask me how I got here

Put in work, I'm in first and fourth gear
I'm not hurting, you can kindly fuck off
Last of a dying breed, that's for sure, that's why I'm
Riding solo, fuck your vibe, I get it on my own

I will strive and keep it on the low-low
Move in silence, you will never know though
When I'm up, don't ask me how I got here
Put in work, I'm in first and fourth gear

I'm not hurting, you can kindly fuck off
Last of a dying breed, that's for sure, that's why I'm
Ayy, I still got it for ya
Anything bout me, I gotta lie to ya

Cause, you act funny, you want money
You filthy, and you dusty
Bad off single, wanna find love
But shorty, I can't mingle

Trust no girl, so I leave her like it is, how it is
Man, shorty so weird
Chillin', making my year, I get it, you got fears
Can't make it end without being me, man, so I waited

Holla at being investigated
Tired of hearing niggas are saying I've been hated, so I
Riding solo, fuck your vibe, I get it on my own
I will strive and keep it on the low-low

Move in silence, you will never know though
When I'm up, don't ask me how I got here
Put in work, I'm in first and fourth gear
I'm not hurting, you can kindly fuck off

Last of a dying breed, that's for sure, that's why I'm
Riding solo, fuck your vibe, I get it on my own
I will strive and keep it on the low-low
Move in silence, you will never know though

When I'm up, don't ask me how I got here
Put in work, I'm in first and fourth gear
I'm not hurting, you can kindly fuck off
Last of a dying breed, that's for sure, that's why I'm

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Written by:
Donell Moss

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