100 Songs - SOL

I got that Fugee La lit up that Killa

Roll big Ls uptown go figure

Fuck with the Zilla none one realer

Mention my name better pay my lawyer

Gotta bible on my bed stand

Condoms in my left hands

I just wanna party with my kinfolk

And kick it with a nympho

I pray the preacher save my soul

I hate it when they hate on low

But love me when they play my shows, woah

They just wanna take my role

They wish that they could say they were Sol

I don’t give a light-skinned half-Haitian damn

If you understand what it mean to be me

Momma taught me they won’t see you they just

Seeing what they wanna see

I’m exactly where they wanna be

I pray that they don’t go blind — trying to fuck with my shine

Woah, yay!

If it’s a sign of the times — Guess my shit bout to blow

Woah, yay!

And it goes

Yay-a-a-a-ay (x8)

Hol' up!

What a 100,000 follows if you never been a leader

You ain’t talking you just tweeting, you just DM hoes

I love these rappers like my brothers, and that’s one hundred forever

I send em positive vibes, I think they need it most

But if you want get the fame, I guess you need to know

When you do your thing, people throw em' stones

I got nothing but love and ain’t afraid to show it

Still doing em' favors and they ain’t even know it

I know you just keep saying I won’t

I thinking that you praying I don’t, I might

Write 100 songs right now

I got a lot of thoughts right now

I think they just wanna end me

But they are not my enemies

I got friends that I call family

And family that can’t stand me

Never pick up the phone

Yo Sol, it’s *bleep*

Still in New York I’m just calling to let you know

I’ll be in the Northwest

Give me a link

Seattle’s not too far away