Bry-Han Solo (Bitch)

You gonna thank me, I′m off the wall just like BanksyNever will slip even when they try to hang me

You fire retardant, I think that's why they hate me

Got the most fire of garments that′s word to fucking Swank G

Just a day in the life of a playa with strife

Won't see me ever looking back, nah, or saying it twice

The most contagious of types, but I'm anxious when hyped

You basic as white people walking through they space up at night

I′m fucking blessed tho, I′m up like dope fiend's wake

You know I stir it up just like a protein shake

Heard I got the work and that I won′t be late (Never)

Forever symbol in this game Kareem's hook or Kobe′s eight (Rest In Peace)

Guerrilla warfare, so you know the gats chunky

Bananas on the clips I call it a brass monkey

Can't duck me cuz you know I′m back buddy

In grass country ain't no way you ever taking stacks from me

So what ya life like, just listen when told

Have you ever had to sleep outside in the blistering cold (I have)

They say life's a box of chocolates it′s a mystery though

It′s a slippery slope, spitting flavor this that hickory flow

The imagery though makes it far from a Polaroid

Still looking for the beat that will one day fill up Solo's void

These people in my ear all the time yeah I′m so annoyed (Shut the fuck up)

Thrown deployed you fucking softer than some corduroy

Sicker than some penicillin chillin' in my system

Life is rough I been this willing, now I really miss ′em

Your time is up I'm in the ceiling small things I won′t risk 'em

My lighters stuck I'm high as fuck no rideshare but I′m lifted

I′m the type of motherfucker if provoked I'm on some wild shit

Beefing even ten years later ain′t no way denying it

See that fool from middle school you'll think I′m taking light of it (Fuck you, Jose Gomez)

Chilling up at Target he gets knocked up at aisle six

Welcome in to Porter's lobby shitting on the game my name should be Porter Potty

Sorta naughty pour the Vladi with all sorts of bodies

Folding paper out of nothing till it′s something origami

Boy went kamikaze I ain't see him again

Made a promise I'ma blow up before the weekend could end

Yeah I swear it′s all love till you beef with my friends

The ones that call me dumb get struck with the most genius of pen

This "Even Stevens" you Ren

Lord of the Rings this is Shia

Ain′t high without me supply the South Bay with fire

When Solo gets some wings the only way I'm getting flyer

Yeah it′s Savage On the Beat lighting Redondo Beach on fire (Sheesh)

Guerrilla warfare, so you know the gats chunky

Bananas on the clips I call it a brass monkey

Can't duck me cuz you know I′m back buddy

In grass country ain't no way you ever taking stacks from me

Sit the fuck down