🎵 Solitude // by 070 Phi

7 Contributors Solitude Lyrics [Intro] In this land of high demand Niggas prayin' that they touch 100 bands Feel some type of way when you can't feed the fam' Only if a nigga had a hundred bands Ain't no telling if you make it outta here They gon' take advantage if you ain't aware In the field, you better have some outerwear They gon' catch you lackin' if you ain't aware Understand niggas prayin' that they see 100 bands Feel some type of way when you can't feed the fam' High demand, high demand [Chorus] Get the money, feed the family, that's the way to be (That's the way) I had worked for niggas daily like the agency (I had wait) But niggas hide they head down, now they hatin' me (Now they mad) No gratitude, solitude, that's the way to be (Yeah) Solo Dolo, like I'm Cudi, she wan' be my hubby (My love) Don't that shit sound kind of nutty, she just need some buddy (She need some love) Smokin' ganja with my Rasta, I laid off the dutty (Dope) But I came up from the dirt, that's why I'm drippin' muddy (Mud) [Verse 1] Mud boy like Sheck (Sheck) Good price out west (West) Bring it back to the east (Yeah) Loud pack for the streets 28 lighters on my dresser, yes sir (Yes sir) I know how to play a bitch, finesse her, undress her (Undress her) Give her good wood, nothin' more, nothin' lesser (Yeah) I ain't lettin' up, no remorse under pressure Now she want some cocaine Look, all I got is propane (Yeah) I need me some show money Call that shit road gain (Yeah) I'm talkin' regrowth, yeah, this ain't no re-rock This is that uncut, work to put in the street blocks 28 grams on my dresser, yes sir I ain't lettin' up, no remorse under pressure [Chorus] Get the money, feed the family, that's the way to be (That's the way) I had worked for niggas daily like the agency (I had wait) But niggas hide they head down, now they hatin' me (Now they mad) No gratitude, solitude, that's the way to be (Yeah) Solo Dolo, like I'm Cudi, she wan' be my hubby (My love) Don't that shit sound kind of nutty, she just need some buddy (She need some love) Smokin' ganja with my Rasta, I laid off the dutty (Dope) But I came up from the dirt, that's why I'm drippin' muddy (Mud) [Verse 2] Okay, you feel me, but try to understand me (Understand) Niggas pitchin' bullshit, tryna underhand me (Underhand) I just roll me up a blunt, I call that shit a Grammy (Roll up a gram) I don't need me no awards, bitch, I got the family (I got the fam') Okay, we back in this bitch, yeah And we ain't lackin' the big, yeah I told her come with the vibes, ho Don't be here naggin' and shit, yeah And don't ask me for shit, yeah I'ma do it if I wanna Because I be doin' what I wanna I was outside all summer Out in New York and I'm smokin' on sour But that shit be keepin' me froze (Froze) Wonder if heaven got visitin' hours 'Cause I'd rather be with my bros (My bros) Did dirt, never told Rather take it to the grave with me Trap mindset stayed with me I can't let nobody play with me [Chorus] Get the money, feed the family, that's the way to be (That's the way) I had worked for niggas daily like the agency (I had wait) But niggas hide they head down, now they hatin' me (Now they mad) No gratitude, solitude, that's the way to be (Yeah) Solo Dolo, like I'm Cudi, she wan' be my hubby (My love) Don't that shit sound kind of nutty, she just need some buddy (She need some love) Smokin' ganja with my Rasta, I laid off the dutty (Dope) But I came up from the dirt, that's why I'm drippin' muddy (Yeah) [Outro] Drippin' mud, yeah, drippin' mud, yeah Drippin' mud, yeah, drippin' mud, yeah Drippin' mud, yeah, I came up from the mud, yeah Drippin' mud, yeah, I came up from the mud, yeah