Sol - HUH! (feat. Dekchaii)

Whatcha gon do when they stealin ya sauce
Whatcha gon do when ya taking a loss
Whatcha gon do when they put you on a cross
Whatcha gone do? Whatcha gon do
Whatcha gon do when they stealin ya sauce
Whatcha gon do when ya taking a loss
Whatcha gon do when they put you on a cross
Whatcha gone do? Whatcha gon do
Whatcha gone do boy, uh? Why yo face lookin so screwed boy, uh
Why yo face looking like Drake tryna make up lose face but you gettin booed, ay uh
That’s magic, stuck in chains, boy that’s tragic
I'm in several states, moody gassed and base and I’m hooked on kicks like an addict
I know the stakes, keep up the race, count out the lines but I'm keeping my space
Countin me out cause i'm breaking the rules but I wont stay put it's just not my place
I’m suitin with this case like I’m cat in the hat
Thing one thing two, don’t want you back
Did those lame ass bars come out of my mouth?
Give a fuck man, this shits not whack
I'm a machine, handing these Ls like I'm stacking the shelves of the workshop like one of the elves
Like I'm Sheen, King of the planet, head of the school, measure me up and It's clear that I rule
Down, down here we go
Straight to danger like I'm Poe
Tieing up, fighter down, really reaping what you sow
White chicks, I dig that
Mortal Kombat, thinks I’m gonna rig that
Take a lethal blow with my dick slap
Cause I keep it saucy like a nick nack
Or I’ll be ghosted
It’s been an hour since she just last posted
She a waiter but I gave her no tip
I’m getting shafted but she won’t give me notice
Catch the gist, Rorshack
Sleeping on the boy, Snorlax
Coming right back, Thors axe
Walked all over, Toads hat
I don't put people in boxes cept for myself, labelled obnoxious
I don't do gossip, I don't do lines, 4 dimensionsal, keeping in time
Aye, I can't even stop when i run up this guap
When I'm back with this heat and I'm back on the top
Eating up beats while I'm cooking it hot
Feeding my boys cause they cream of the crop
Man goddamn, a homie's really pissed
Wanted exercise but I got an exorcist
Can't pull yourself up when you got your arm twist
But I gotta keep going despite all the risk
Finish this tape looking back, beginning these raps, no mic but a knack
No flow, no voice, gaming headset but no choice
No cadence, kept my patience, wanted where I am so I kept on chasing
Built on my strengths and my own frustration, where I am now is just the basics
We just getting started, start rapper end an artist
Level kindergarten, liquid water start to harden
Climate stay getting colder, Ck getting more folders
On a roll like a boulder, out of this world, call me rover
Wanted to put these songs in the trash, they ain't fire, they just ash
Collecting dust, slap em in a tape, take out the trash
Ugh, man, we done. Whew. Yea, aight. See you all later on this year
Album coming soon

Written by:
Findlay Tattersall, Solomon Rennie

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