Solo (feat. The BA Double) Video (MV)

Groovin' solo, high-speed tempo
Keep that paper in my sights
Turned up, no chill, my life so real
Nothin' but money on my mind

And I'm gon' get it
See I was late night creepin' I was groovin' down the Fax
Orange and blue'd up, havin' my orange H-Star hat
Feelin' good, cuz I'm sittin' on a few racks and uh
That 4-5 judge got my back as needed
And at times, these niggas, they be on they trip shit
That's when I get out of retirement on my Hoover Crip shit
You know, jump out the whip, two-piece to them lips quick
Then finish them off, cuz that's what I do shit
But really, I'm tryin' to ride and coast You know,
Link up wmy niggas have us a couple of toasts you know
Sit back, kick the bullshit, cuz I miss my locs
R.I.P. solo, you was missed, sis
So, I'ma stay on my grind, you know
Stay doin' me, deep thoughts on my mind You know
Sit back, reflect on how life passed me by
The B.A. Double

Groovin' solo, high-speed tempo
Keep that paper in my sights
Turned up, no chill, my life so real
Nothin' but money on my mind

Check it, run for the money, I don't run for the bullshit
Always keep it 100, always packin' a full clip
Always on my square, always prepared to set it off
Never outta bounds, never takin' a loss
Always here on my mark, never losin' my pivot
Never lost in the sauce, I's always about the business
One man army, one man gang
I soldier for the fortune, f*ck the fame
I'm lyin' I want them both the same
I move 'gainst the grain, I buck all the odds
Place your bets on me, cause I am the surest shot
Officially official mind of a criminal organized
You should be advised, never cross over that line
Cause love can turn to hate in a fraction
And that call to action is instant
Grant your death wish and seal it with that long kiss goodnight
No witnesses to dispose
I do my dirt all by my lonely, then I'm ghost (unh)

Groovin' solo, high speed tempo
Keep that paper in my sights
Turned up, no chill, my life so real
Nothin' but money on my mind