Solo Vic - A.K.A. SOLO GAM (FREE A1)

Ha, yeah, Solo!
Aye!
You already know what the fuck goin' on man
It's double 'S' shit man
It's GAM E.N.T. shit man
It's free my nigga A1 till that nigga come home man
Uh
The money keep callin', I just been ballin'
Fuck all the talkin'
Free my niggas in the pen
Rest in peace to who've fallen (Free A1)
They watchin' my bread, been wantin' me dead
I know that they plottin'
Watch how I move cuz I know they be watchin'
I flip the play like a quarterback option (Yuh yuh)
Bitch I'm the man
Man with the plan, runnin' up bands (Run it up, run it up)
I was just swipin'them gifies
I ain't come off of grams (No no)
Solo GAM smokin' grams
Still on papers yeah I am
Running my city niggas know who I am
Makin' one move and you finna get blammed
Gotta get it
On a paper mission
Screamin' fuck a job
I don't need commission (I don't need it)
With the street money I could pay tuition
Tried to put on but you ain't never listen (You ain't listen)
Niggas don't listen
Ben Franklin my vision
I fly like an eagle and shit like a pigeon (I'm shittin')
Now they need the vision
I'm outta your leage
I think with my head and I move with precision
Niggas plottin', bitches stalkin, feds watchin'
Ain't no talkin' yeah bitch I'm still out here
Gucci rockin', pistol cockin'
Bentley poppin'
Street-sweepers we gon' come through moppin' (Ha)
How can I trust?
This choppa I hold its gon' bust (Doo doo)
When I'm wit' it ain't no fuss
Tell me what happened to us?
She tried to give me her all but really it wasn't enough (Nope)
I just been thinkin' bout money
Don't give a fuck about bitches (Nah nah)
Cuz these bitches filthy (What?)
They want all your riches
I ain't fuckin' with these hoes
Made my money on my own (I did)
Rockin' all these fancy clothes (I did)
Solo GAM ain't a clone, I know these niggas want me gone (Lil bitch)
The money keep callin', I just been ballin'
Fuck all the talkin'
Free my niggas in the pen
Rest in peace to who've fallen (Free A1)
They watchin' my bread, been wantin' me dead
I know that they plottin'
Watch how I move cuz I know they be watchin'
I flip the play like a quarterback option (Yuh yuh)
Bitch I'm the man
Man with the plan, runnin' up bands (Run it up, run it up)
I was just swipin'them gifies
I ain't come off of grams (No no)
Solo GAM smokin' grams
Still on papers yeah I am
Running my city niggas know who I am
Makin' one move and you finna get blammed

Written by:
OSWARD VICTOR LUGARDO

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