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Solitude Video (MV)




Performed By: Mykairen & L2
Length: 2:29
Written by: LESTER RODELL SMITH




Mykairen & L2 - Solitude Lyrics




F*ck a dad, f*ck a role model
I'm so sweet, I'm in the sweet with babies ya mama want me to keep
I reproduce madness, I ain't talkin' my beats
I know these bitches look at me like I'm Keanu Reeves
I got, everything on lock in a world so cold
F*ck ya friends that talk shit when you fast and they slow
I'm just tryna get a a li'l bread get a li'l dough
Tryna find the key to success, so I can open doors

For my brothers, and for my homies
For my sisters, and for my aunties
Aye, and my cousins and my leaders
And for my folks who are just tryna lead em
To a better path I got friends who are beaten
By this stupid game with dumb rules to play 'em
In the sandbox like "who's gon' catch 'em?"
Chasing our dreams and watch who will perfect them
Watchin' our dreams to see who will protect 'em
It's a sad world with good kids to bless 'em
I just have faith and guts to go get 'em
I don't expect you to, I got my homie L2

What It Do, on the beat and shit
Beat the beat, beat police, happy to see police deceased and shit
Beat women, what police done did, they really some pigs
Who really the opps?
Niggas be talkin' that shit like they come with the clips but don't shoot at the cops
Shoot at ya top, if you niggas be on that coon shit
My niggas be on that, "You touch one of us then we all gotta move shit"
Unity nigga!
Ubuntu shit, Mykairen, L2, Ndugu bitch
These cops ain't masses no slaves we ain't tobys
They aim to bring pain and tame but cant hold me
They claim this game holy it ain't 'cause they phony
So we gotta do our thang and change the game slowly
This shit don't happen over night mane
Everybody stand up we gotta fight mane
It's hard always tryna do the right thang
Before a cop beat my ass, I'll have to die mane
Screamin' f*ck you at the march with my middle finger up
They go back to hangin' us, we gone cut them niggas up
War comin' soon, I got a feelin' in my gut
Our cup runith over, you gone feel us when we erupt
BOOM
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F*ck a dad, f*ck a role model
I'm so sweet, I'm in the sweet with babies ya mama want me to keep
I reproduce madness, I ain't talkin' my beats
I know these bitches look at me like I'm Keanu Reeves
I got, everything on lock in a world so cold
F*ck ya friends that talk shit when you fast and they slow
I'm just tryna get a a li'l bread get a li'l dough
Tryna find the key to success, so I can open doors

For my brothers, and for my homies
For my sisters, and for my aunties
Aye, and my cousins and my leaders
And for my folks who are just tryna lead em
To a better path I got friends who are beaten
By this stupid game with dumb rules to play 'em
In the sandbox like "who's gon' catch 'em?"
Chasing our dreams and watch who will perfect them
Watchin' our dreams to see who will protect 'em
It's a sad world with good kids to bless 'em
I just have faith and guts to go get 'em
I don't expect you to, I got my homie L2

What It Do, on the beat and shit
Beat the beat, beat police, happy to see police deceased and shit
Beat women, what police done did, they really some pigs
Who really the opps?
Niggas be talkin' that shit like they come with the clips but don't shoot at the cops
Shoot at ya top, if you niggas be on that coon shit
My niggas be on that, "You touch one of us then we all gotta move shit"
Unity nigga!
Ubuntu shit, Mykairen, L2, Ndugu bitch
These cops ain't masses no slaves we ain't tobys
They aim to bring pain and tame but cant hold me
They claim this game holy it ain't 'cause they phony
So we gotta do our thang and change the game slowly
This shit don't happen over night mane
Everybody stand up we gotta fight mane
It's hard always tryna do the right thang
Before a cop beat my ass, I'll have to die mane
Screamin' f*ck you at the march with my middle finger up
They go back to hangin' us, we gone cut them niggas up
War comin' soon, I got a feelin' in my gut
Our cup runith over, you gone feel us when we erupt
BOOM
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Writer: LESTER RODELL SMITH
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