Long Live The Fugitive - K-Solo

Long live the Fugitive.

Long live the Fugitive.

Always doin jail records, yaknahmsayin?

I’ll always write about jail

Long live the Fugitive.

Everybody that gets locked up ain’t always guilty yaknahmsayin?

Cops stop me on the block with my girl in my car

And found out I’m K-Solo the Fugitive, now known as a rap star

I put the car in park and asked the cop what’s the trouble

They said, «License and registration, Fugitive on the double»

In my jacket, I reached in, before I heard the sound

They grabbed the sticks in the daylight, and started beatin me down

My head and back hurt all over yo I woke up handcuffed

Hearin my girl screamin, «Are you alright Solo?»

I told the cops y’all can go to hell

They said, «Remember Corky?»

Corky?

«Yeah we know his family well

Times up, you’re headed back to a jail cell»

Jail’s a place I used to live

And I’ll be back with more and more hard jail cuts

Long live the Fugitive.

«K-S-O-L-O»

Long live the Fugitive.

«K-S-O-L-O»

Long live the Fugitive.

«K-S-O-L-O»

Long live the Fugitive.

«K-S-O-L-O»