Caskey - Been Solid lyrics

[Caskey - Been Solid lyrics]

Yeah, it's just like
Every time I get in this bitch whoa
Ugh, you know it's coming, yeah

Been solid, been solid, been solid
Been solid been switching up cities
Rolling and ducking Impalas
Been solid, been solid
Move like a gangster in silence
Been stacking it up, you know
The tale, more money, problems

These hoes gon' respect me so many cars
I just went threw my girl the Lex key
Ain't no police around
This forty gon' protect me
I poured some liquor out
For shorty, told him, "Rest in peace"

Yeah, poured some liquor out, for my pops
This week I'm in Houston, Texas
Inside a drop
He used to want the red Corvette
Fresh off the lot
I bought one just to park it
In the driveway in your spot
I'm thinking 'bout you daily as
I'm stacking up the cheese
Back when me and Ebo
Had that mixtape unreleased
You used to bump the shit so much
It had the young boy geeked
Eight years later, I'm with Birdman
Look what I achieved
But don't know how I'm 'posed to feel
'cause I'm still on my knees
Yelling at the sky like
"Why the fuck you had to leave?!"
You was s'posed to be there with me
Clutching on the keys then you passed away
Was some of the hardest shit to see
But you know I been solid

Been solid, been solid, been solid
Been solid been switching up cities
Rolling and ducking Impalas
Been solid, been solid
Move like a gangster in silence
Been stacking it up, you know
The tale, more money, problems

These hoes gon' respect me so many cars
I just went threw my girl the Lex key
Ain't no police around
This forty gon' protect me
I poured some liquor out
For shorty, told him, "Rest in peace"

Bitch, I'm stacking all my
Money mountain tall, i ain't down at all
And I got that pill bottle for sale
This ain't Tylenol
Keep Pushin' the squad, tatted on me
Who you ridin' for?
Made my resolution this year to
Be rocking diamonds more
Had to text my bitch to say, "I'm sorry
I'll be rhymin' more
That mean that I can't be off at your house
Try reclinin' for"
People wanna come and take my spot, yeah
You try your luck
He done tried to catch the wave and missed
Now he mighty stuck
First thing they gon' do is hit my line
I got the Midas touch
Wonder why your shit don't feel like
Mine? You don't write enough
Wonder why your fans ain't riding for
Ya? 'Cause you sellin' out
That's why I'm the realest rapper out here
They could tell ya 'bout
And you know I been solid

Been solid, been solid, been solid
Been solid been switching up cities
Rolling and ducking Impalas
Been solid, been solid
Move like a gangster in silence
Been stacking it up, you know
The tale, more money, problems

These hoes gon' respect me so many cars
I just went threw my girl the Lex key
Ain't no police around
This forty gon' protect me
I poured some liquor out
For shorty, told him, "Rest in peace"

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