Ladies, Gents
One Thing remains
Get ready
For the Entertainer
Sol:
Swag of the century
n***as say Sol got bars penitentiary
Ya'll n***as so low budget, Indie
Think I'm schizophrenic, I swear to god I'm a mother f**ing chimney
I smoke like a freight train, drink like a fish tank
Rappers say they sayings is hot, n***a this ain't
Mister Cold As Ice got dough like a Swiss bank
Lean toward the hoes and tell them hoes twist dank
I don't act, I ain't know my own sh** stank, WOOP!
Swag get em mad since sixth grade, comma
It's got a lot to do with how the kid's raised
I got a momma too but these n***as b**h made
Needless to say, I run up in your casa with chopper
Leave your melon like a guava or lasagne
k**er when I conquer, something like a logger how I
Chop you down here and send your body over yonder
I'm fly as Harry Potter, slicker than an otter
I be on that green like a mother f**ing golfer
Probably getting head like a mother f**ing lager
Or with a combination like a mother f**ing locker
Johnny got the Henny, catch me with the Vodka
Swagger University, that's my Alma Mater
Crowned All-Around, I don't have a genre
Funkhouse the family, listen to the saga
C.E.O. Jr., stunting like my father
Peoples keep reefer, call them sharecroppers
Introduce you to a couple of my partners
Who all got guns like Contra, click
[BANG]
Why they wanna jock me for my paper?
Leave a n***a burning from that shot no chaser
Snapback swag I'mma cap off a caper
I am on my Biz while you catching the Vapors
Used to move flocks in the back of the Blazer through
10 different blocks 'tween Cumberland and Favor
n***as take Note, you Minor, we Major
Fitting these clothes, better call a tailor b**h I'm
Back on my pivot, digits, by the minute
b**hes wanna visit, hit it, get it frigid
Mister Cold As Ice, I get it, to the limit
Probably got your main chick clicking on my widgets
Big like Lebowski, call me Sol Bridges got your
b**h at my house she, washing all the dishes
Knock it off the hinges, that was the beginning cuz she
Try to take a foot when you give a couple inches
I swear to God, give me 3 wishes
I wish, I wish, I wish you would b**hes
It's Good, word to your Misses
S-O-L, first of The Gifted
That ain't even the half of it
It's already Two Tears in the Last Bucket
f** it, I'm back on my bullsh**
Read through the booklet, you like it, I love it
Mother f**ers