Envyus, Result - Solo Lyrics

I'm Snowden to the Pentagon, I'm Ben and Han, lil' bitch I'm solo
Step up with an open palm, I'mma place a bomb, don't take no photos
She called me precious, she loved my presence, I threw that ring but I ain't Frodo
Strings on fire, don't sing in no choir I hit all of my own notes solo

You sit in my shadow I'm Clifford, you T-Bone
Visions and plans for the future like my name was Elon
Greatness surrounds my aura like musk
I don't need a mask to bust
Shawty got a massive ass and bust
I don't need a flashy bus
I just need cash and the hand of Lady Luck
Hoping she'll maybe fuck, yeah
Leave a bitch ass on read like a baboon
I been in a bad mood feeling like a black sheep
Tryna get all eyes on me like I was Tupac standing on a black moon
Keep a couple bodies in the back room, skeletons all in my closet
Bitch in the back seat
And she nasty
Nah let me stop that bitch, stick, rich talk
Bragging bout pussy and an iced out wrist watch
Gets old quick
Roll with the shogun, grip my katana three sixty motion
Chop up and chomp like Krogan, what's my motive?
I don't like hoes and haters
Foes and fakers
Bitches that look for a procreator
Baby on the low, you can phone me later
Baby you can show me layers
But I'll never peel mine back
Got a steel lined back and it's only cause they threw them daggers
Let me just hit my moves, Mick Jagger
Splash a bitch face like your boy was a pastor
Not every question gonna have a good answer

I'm Snowden to the Pentagon, I'm Ben and Han, lil' bitch I'm solo
Step up with an open palm, I'mma place a bomb, don't take no photos
She called me precious, she loved my presence, I threw that ring but I ain't Frodo
Strings on fire, don't sing in no choir I hit all of my own notes solo
I'm Snowden to the Pentagon, I'm Ben and Han, lil' bitch I'm solo
Step up with an open palm, I'mma place a bomb, don't take no photos
She called me precious, she loved my presence, I threw that ring but I ain't Frodo
Strings on fire, don't sing in no choir I hit all of my own notes solo

Rolling, rolling, rolling like I'm Smino found my tempo bitch
Solider, soldier, soldier, put a bullet in your temple bitch
I'm Rome to temples
Home to mental issues
Prone to misuse it's a lifestyle that I stick to
Fix who? I work fine just kiss my bruises
I need comfort
I need solace, I need one word
Baby fuck it, love hurts
Let me fucking run first
If you know you gon' catch me what's the hurt in having fun first
Young and cursed
My lungs are burnt
My guns are up and forward "brrt"
In the hood them birds don't chirp
Swat outfitted like they mercs
They lock them all up in bursts
Systemic oppression is our current menace so I'll shed some light with my blessing
The least I can do cause my music done from a culture of bruised and misused people
Treated like peasants demanding repair and a promise of Heaven
But sadly the people in power just only see melanin, fuck

I'm Snowden to the Pentagon, I'm Ben and Han, lil' bitch I'm solo
Step up with an open palm, I'mma place a bomb, don't take no photos
She called me precious, she loved my presence, I threw that ring but I ain't Frodo
Strings on fire, don't sing in no choir I hit all of my own notes solo