FTL_Sol - I, Savant lyrics

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