Sol - Hyyy lyrics
[Sol - Hyyy lyrics]
Yo, new shit sol, uhh
Yeah, yeah big up to everybody in my life
If you tryna hate hyyy
I'm so in it, in it yo to win it
Yeah yeah, I got-got to get it
Stop for a minute, now I'm back up in it
Livin' on the track like I
Was trapped in a prison
These bars be feelin' like boxes
Hip-hop be tryna get me locked in
That's kinda funny 'cause most my career
I been locked out and no one ever cared
I was knock-knock knocking
No one ever answered
Stopped givin' a f when my mamma got cancer
Nothing really mattered
Walkin' in these malls
Selling my CDs, talkin' on the blogs
Next chapter, I was blowin' up
New rapper named Sol, everybody showin' love
And my girl starts trippin'
Friends stopped callin'
Saying that the game got me different and
I'm slippin' in my songs and
I don't really smoke that much anymore
Gotta get grown, get buzz for my tour
What the f you expect, I'm so-so low
No one cuts from my check
I'm a blunt to the dome
You get fed up when you bumpin' my songs
The drums come in and you suck from the bong
Thought you get blown?
Twenty dollar sack and your
High's almost gone, eye's blood shot
If you don't mind I'mma make my
Cream and rise to the top
To be honest, I stoped countin' my bars
Vibin' on mars
Like Doctor Manhattan laughing at the gods
Yeah, yeah big up to everybody in my life
If you tryna hate hyyy
I'm so in it, in it yo to win it
Yeah yeah, I got-got to get it
Stop for a minute, now I'm back up in it
Livin' on the track like I
Was trapped in a prison
These bars be feelin' like boxes
Hip-hop be tryna get me locked in
That's kinda funny 'cause most my career
I been locked out and no one ever cared
I was knock-knock knocking
No one ever answered
Stopped givin' a f when my mamma got cancer
Nothing really mattered
Walkin' in these malls
Selling my CDs, talkin' on the blogs
Next chapter, I was blowin' up
New rapper named Sol, everybody showin' love
And my girl starts trippin'
Friends stopped callin'
Saying that the game got me different and
I'm slippin' in my songs and
I don't really smoke that much anymore
Gotta get grown, get buzz for my tour
What the f you expect, I'm so-so low
No one cuts from my check
I'm a blunt to the dome
You get fed up when you bumpin' my songs
The drums come in and you suck from the bong
Thought you get blown?
Twenty dollar sack and your
High's almost gone, eye's blood shot
If you don't mind I'mma make my
Cream and rise to the top
To be honest, I stoped countin' my bars
Vibin' on mars
Like Doctor Manhattan laughing at the gods