Made Smoove - Solid. Lyrics

(Buckroll)
Niggas see the competition, so they f*ckin' up my mission
I be peepin' shit fast, it was just my intuition
They gon' miss me when I'm gone, I was right all along
Contemplatin' to myself, I was heavy on the bitchin
Only friend is the studio, I ain't even trippin though
Never do it for myself for my mama, who I do it for
Remember smokin' on the dutch leaves, autumn leaves
I remember my fatigue, tryna make it to the league
Ain't gon' happen now I'm rappin', I be hearin' niggas yappin
I was lookin' in the mirror, I was askin' what was happenin
Broke shit wasn't havin' it, wasn't happy, wasn't passionate
Hated steppin' on the field, when I was, I was flaggin it
Not a accident, foot up on the pedal, I be gassin it
Perseverin' through a dream, I been seein' hella clear
But the work was gettin' heavy, double-guessin', was I ready
Had me runnin' from the hate, it made me say I wanna quit
But that's what people wanna hear, everybody turn against ya
Steady watchin' how I'm speakin', if I hurt you, never meant to
It's a lot for me to say and explain what I've been through
It's a reflection from my brain to my voice
Built the last never really had a choice
Stayin' silent was a f*ck-up
Bein' scared of a reaction, why I never get my hopes up
Goofy nigga, I be smilin' even when I'm down bad
Gettin' green, kept my luck up, made a nigga hush up
Zero pity for the weak mind, get up on my grind
On my mind, it's a journey that I picture every time
If I make it, won't forget you, only if I'm f*ckin' with you
I'm as real as it gets when it comes to sharin' bricks
Put yourself up in my shoes
How it feel, how it feel
When the nigga that you rockin' with is runnin' up a mill
You gettin' money, now you takin' care of people on your team
Money stackin', people changin', now they goin' for the kill
He would never, he's supposed to be my nigga
He would never think about pullin' the trigger
Only thing up on his mind is gettin' richer
Fast with the hate, but they be slow on appreciate
I ain't trippin', that's they job
When I make it, wanna see they face
Bright lights lookin' dim, who was f*ckin' with my shine
Pray to God it wasn't him, thought he wasn't one of them
I had to cut him out my circle, nigga, thought it was a game
It's a shame that the niggas who be takin' in your lane