Lyrics to Shoulda Stayed Solid
Aye aye one two one two
Black sheep 5
Yeah
Left all that bitch ass shit
Yeah
Aye
Y'all ain't ever sold no pack out of no Coupe De Ville
Don't shoot my shot cuz when I pop out I'm gone shoot to kill
My homie switched up for some change
He know how Judas feel
But fuck it I keep sluggers in the hammer like a Louisville
My dad wasn't rich but I got tatted like I'm Ricky Hill
And that's my dawg
Still gone hustle till there's 50 mil
I put some homies on
They flew out to LA and got a sticky deal
I guess that's karma cuz he shoulda kept it real
He shoulda stayed solid
I know you my day ones if you got some loyalty for me and you don't play about it
Spray about it
Stay repping
Got that 1911 like it's 1947
I been sinning for some time
Might not get to heaven
But when winnings on your mind
Gotta do what give you leverage
Man I keep a 4
My homie put a 4 inside his beverage
Then he fucked round overdosed
I told God I got the message
And I changed my ways
King of diamond not the ace of spades
You work this hard and everyday feel like it's Labor Day
Been in the street for so damn long
Feel like I can't escape
But homie I get magic with this mic
I feel like Channing Tate
And I hate suckers
I'd stay around but I can't kick it with you fake fuckers
Make sure you keep some strong women in your life
So you don't get up on the mic
And get to talking like the Tate brothers
I milked the game for so damn long I gotta make butter
If you don't put on for your dawgs then you ain't brothers
For every lame that die
They'll reincarnate 8 others
Make sure when the real ones come around
You pussys take cover
He shoulda stayed solid
I know you my day ones if you got some loyalty for me and you don't play about it
Spray about it
Stay repping
Got that 1911
Since the adolescent thuggin with a Smith & Wesson
Probably shuda learned my lesson when they kaught me slippin
Plenty stripes war wounds, show I'm battle tested
You know My Mama was my Daddy she was Transparent
A man first I neva want no handout
And fukk the Judge u shud see the time they handout
My big bradda got 5 life sentences
Now tell me: how tha fukk I'm supposed to explain that to my nieces?
Please
I just pray they don't blame him for leavin
And start tell themselves that they don't need him
On top of that, me and my bradda beefin
This Cane n Abel shit this shit a lil different
Thought dat if I love you I kud tell ya when ya trippin
You should neva have to question my intentions
Especially when you know how I be livin
Know how I be standing on bizness
Hol up let me get up out my feelings
He jus shoulda stayed solid
I know you my day ones if you got some loyalty for me and you don't play about it
Spray about it
Stay repping
Got that 1911 like it's 1947
Black sheep
Black sheep 5
Yeah
Left all that bitch ass shit
Yeah
Aye
Y'all ain't ever sold no pack out of no Coupe De Ville
Don't shoot my shot cuz when I pop out I'm gone shoot to kill
My homie switched up for some change
He know how Judas feel
But fuck it I keep sluggers in the hammer like a Louisville
My dad wasn't rich but I got tatted like I'm Ricky Hill
And that's my dawg
Still gone hustle till there's 50 mil
I put some homies on
They flew out to LA and got a sticky deal
I guess that's karma cuz he shoulda kept it real
He shoulda stayed solid
I know you my day ones if you got some loyalty for me and you don't play about it
Spray about it
Stay repping
Got that 1911 like it's 1947
I been sinning for some time
Might not get to heaven
But when winnings on your mind
Gotta do what give you leverage
Man I keep a 4
My homie put a 4 inside his beverage
Then he fucked round overdosed
I told God I got the message
And I changed my ways
King of diamond not the ace of spades
You work this hard and everyday feel like it's Labor Day
Been in the street for so damn long
Feel like I can't escape
But homie I get magic with this mic
I feel like Channing Tate
And I hate suckers
I'd stay around but I can't kick it with you fake fuckers
Make sure you keep some strong women in your life
So you don't get up on the mic
And get to talking like the Tate brothers
I milked the game for so damn long I gotta make butter
If you don't put on for your dawgs then you ain't brothers
For every lame that die
They'll reincarnate 8 others
Make sure when the real ones come around
You pussys take cover
He shoulda stayed solid
I know you my day ones if you got some loyalty for me and you don't play about it
Spray about it
Stay repping
Got that 1911
Since the adolescent thuggin with a Smith & Wesson
Probably shuda learned my lesson when they kaught me slippin
Plenty stripes war wounds, show I'm battle tested
You know My Mama was my Daddy she was Transparent
A man first I neva want no handout
And fukk the Judge u shud see the time they handout
My big bradda got 5 life sentences
Now tell me: how tha fukk I'm supposed to explain that to my nieces?
Please
I just pray they don't blame him for leavin
And start tell themselves that they don't need him
On top of that, me and my bradda beefin
This Cane n Abel shit this shit a lil different
Thought dat if I love you I kud tell ya when ya trippin
You should neva have to question my intentions
Especially when you know how I be livin
Know how I be standing on bizness
Hol up let me get up out my feelings
He jus shoulda stayed solid
I know you my day ones if you got some loyalty for me and you don't play about it
Spray about it
Stay repping
Got that 1911 like it's 1947
Black sheep
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