Song: Solid
Artist:  Tron LegaC
Year: 2019
Viewed: 70 - Published at: 6 years ago

Verse:
I’m solid I’m set my foot on necks
Bout to fly to New York for that Hova check
Fly to the D for that Novacheck
We on the solar we ain’t sold it yet
Anticipation got you on the edge like the Andis blade
Money different stares & lemonade
The flights and the phone pre paid
Shit ain’t the same these days
Niggas can’t move the same way
Niggas can’t even watch Dwayne Wade
Nipsey passing felt like Mike died
2 patnas back home shit I need new eyes
Cause these bitches to dry to shed another fucking drop
Off top all I know is to give it all I got
They punching me in the spirit walls still caving in
I gotta make it out Great Dane over picket fence
I took a leap of faith I took the leaders play
They try and delete the play no mulligan
Grinding hustling ducking the 5 o no Robinson
I’m like duck for what?
Cause last time I checked Nothing stronger than the man above
The last time I’ve rest was probably like a decade or some
No lie that’s cause I
Chorus:
I found a love I need on time
I found a love I need on time
I found a love I need on time

Verse:
Waco birth me but I’m working like a burpee
All over the country fuck that money it’s a given
I’m repenting for the times that I didn’t think I was gone get it
Moving timid faith was limited saw the light at the end of the tunnel
Kick the door up off them hinges
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Nigga I ain’t on no street shit
I’m on some me shit
At least get yo GED shit
I’m on some shit that can get us in the right direction
I told my seed you could win the election
& imma be like Bernie Mac once you “Head of State”
Nigga might get smacked if he outta place
Rip my nigga PJ my nigga PJ
Bro we love you we gone miss you
Now our heads and let us pray
They say we sold out cause we soared out
That’s sorta fucked up what I owe y’all?
That don’t make cents that don’t make sense
Now ever since since then I insist
You get off my dick I gotta fam I gotta kid
I gotta kin call from a friend that a ol friend
Just got killed shit gets ill funeral arrangements
The suspense is intense
We all got Sit-uations can’t focus on them
If you sink you can’t swim
Shit get crazy life get weary
If I told you my plans
You probably try and kill me
But you can’t kill life my words are spoken spirits
Shit you feel that? Just as well you can hear it
Pushing for greatness treading the pavement
On my hiatus
Treading the pavement pushing for greatness my life verbatim
Ain’t it amazing how my occupation
Is my favorite thing to do in life
Puff a wood enjoy the life
Gahhhdaaammnnn!

( Tron LegaC )
www.ChordsAZ.com

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