Solitude

B.A. Dre shit Your Highness B.A. Dre Eight million stories in the naked city This is one of mine Had to hand-to-hand scramble in camo Timbs, forty below Rain, hail, sleet and snow Keepin' low, fleein' the po', schemin' to blow Rapid fire shots, who got the livest spot? Pyrex cookin', lookin' to bag up and supply the block Killer I am not, sly as a fox, thinkin' outside the box Thought I caught a body based on the time I got, like it or not Been through stormy weather, the joy, the pain Nearly drove your boy insane, yet I held it all together No time to socialize, focus eyes on the prize Bogus lies and disguise, know it's eye for an eye My life so real it came with a certificate of authenticity How dare they judge me or question my capabilities? I'm destined to inherit the planet, America's savage I locked horns in war and went head-to-head with the madness Phoenix from the ash, genius with the craft Feed me to the wolves, I come back the leader of the pack Ain't no sun, that's my chain glow Got two bands 'round my bankroll I be rollin' where you can't go The force is loaded, bitch, don't be slow Nigga wan' run it with us, then come do it Got pen, more locked in, can't unscrew it Niggas be bogus, how my moves got you off focus? Put the P in pushin' shit, niggas notice I used to be a pack holder, now I'm just a stack folder Black Rover, treat it like a rental 'til it crack over Thirty off the hundred, I'm servin' if you want it We keep risin' to the top and all you dirty niggas plummet Me and Rebel INS sell it by the steps We some moguls in our mind, but some felons by the flex Litty with a legend in the city flippin' sevens Club full of security, we get it with our weapons Me and Lord Mar, we cruisin' in foreign cars While you play around the Earth, we shootin' for more stars Wasn't really ballin' 'til I got up in the league Mix Versace with fatigue, little product in my sleeve Started from the bottom, then I shot up with the speed People callin' me the plug because I got what they need All day in the bodega with bundles by the chips Couple rumbles on the strip, normal jungle kinda shit Ain't no sun, that's my chain glow Got two bands 'round my bankroll I be rollin' where you can't go The force is loaded, bitch, don't be slow Nigga wan' run it with us, then come do it Got pen, more locked in, can't unscrew it Niggas be bogus, how my moves got you off focus? Put the P in pushin' shit, niggas notice I got hookers on the day stroll Dear Lord, these all my letters in chant The hollow echoes And it's the chapter left out, revamp Honolulu blue seats when crews meet, a shooter's edge Hallelujah hoes fuckin' that Hanukkah white Benz I sit a hot one on your noggin, pray you don't push Your blood brown like hazelnut kush Take a look, slime, I ran this underground since Bush Poor Georgie at the orgy, I'm drunk in the puss Tell me the math after, like if Dre had a say 'Cause you a nigga with attitude, right? You gotta take it easy Before niggas put your body on ice I turn you to a snowman or do you Jeezy The mayo whip 'til a miracle flip I put you on, I ain't wave the wand, no miracle shit Your mama still feed you milk, you taste that biblical bitch She need God, this Swave law, run this Ain't no sun, that's my chain glow Got two bands 'round my bankroll I be rollin' where you can't go The force is loaded, bitch, don't be slow Nigga wan' run it with us, then come do it Got pen, more locked in, can't unscrew it Niggas be bogus, how my moves got you off focus? Put the P in pushin' shit, niggas notice I mean, look at yourself, nigga To be honest, if you ain't made it in the dope game by age thirty-two It's time to pivot You are fifty-five and you are sellin' a quarter ounce Your boss is twenty-one years old Have you ever thought about that? Have you ever— look at yourself in the window You have a twenty-one year old boss You have a— you have a boss You have a boss that went to high school with your youngin And the count better be right