Bry-Han Solo (Bitch)
You gonna thank me, I′m off the wall just like BanksyNever will slip even when they try to hang me
You fire retardant, I think that's why they hate me
Got the most fire of garments that′s word to fucking Swank G
Just a day in the life of a playa with strife
Won't see me ever looking back, nah, or saying it twice
The most contagious of types, but I'm anxious when hyped
You basic as white people walking through they space up at night
I′m fucking blessed tho, I′m up like dope fiend's wake
You know I stir it up just like a protein shake
Heard I got the work and that I won′t be late (Never)
Forever symbol in this game Kareem's hook or Kobe′s eight (Rest In Peace)
Guerrilla warfare, so you know the gats chunky
Bananas on the clips I call it a brass monkey
Can't duck me cuz you know I′m back buddy
In grass country ain't no way you ever taking stacks from me
So what ya life like, just listen when told
Have you ever had to sleep outside in the blistering cold (I have)
They say life's a box of chocolates it′s a mystery though
It′s a slippery slope, spitting flavor this that hickory flow
The imagery though makes it far from a Polaroid
Still looking for the beat that will one day fill up Solo's void
These people in my ear all the time yeah I′m so annoyed (Shut the fuck up)
Thrown deployed you fucking softer than some corduroy
Sicker than some penicillin chillin' in my system
Life is rough I been this willing, now I really miss ′em
Your time is up I'm in the ceiling small things I won′t risk 'em
My lighters stuck I'm high as fuck no rideshare but I′m lifted
I′m the type of motherfucker if provoked I'm on some wild shit
Beefing even ten years later ain′t no way denying it
See that fool from middle school you'll think I′m taking light of it (Fuck you, Jose Gomez)
Chilling up at Target he gets knocked up at aisle six
Welcome in to Porter's lobby shitting on the game my name should be Porter Potty
Sorta naughty pour the Vladi with all sorts of bodies
Folding paper out of nothing till it′s something origami
Boy went kamikaze I ain't see him again
Made a promise I'ma blow up before the weekend could end
Yeah I swear it′s all love till you beef with my friends
The ones that call me dumb get struck with the most genius of pen
This "Even Stevens" you Ren
Lord of the Rings this is Shia
Ain′t high without me supply the South Bay with fire
When Solo gets some wings the only way I'm getting flyer
Yeah it′s Savage On the Beat lighting Redondo Beach on fire (Sheesh)
Guerrilla warfare, so you know the gats chunky
Bananas on the clips I call it a brass monkey
Can't duck me cuz you know I′m back buddy
In grass country ain't no way you ever taking stacks from me
Sit the fuck down
