Remain Solid

[Intro]
You know, we do this shit much different than they do (Gang)
Because we put our heart in it
(Yung Bala on the beat)
So the passion is much stronger
Don

[Chorus]
Gave my life to the game and yes, I paid for it (Paid)
It didn't matter 'cause God knew I was made for it (Made)
They killin' my name but I remain solid (Solid)
The hustle is private and the money quiet

[Verse 1]
They undercover singers, (Singers) prattin' and pointin' fingers (Yeah)
Smash 'em before we takе 'em to the cleanеrs (Go)
Suckers, we don't need 'em; (Need 'em) niggas out here playin' with they freedom
Cappin' about his bag; I don't believe him
I'm thirty years runnin', (Runnin') still out here gunnin' with a passion
Very upscale and high fashion (Ha)
Niggas out here crashin'; (Crash) nigga, my hustle is everlastin'
Under the old law, no flashin' (Never)
Bitch, we come from fifteens bumpin', (Bumpin') rock house jumpin' (Jumpin')
Hell yeah, this game owe a nigga somethin' (I swear)
Big crib, mill and a half; I'm still pumpin' (Pumpin')
I swear to God, niggas is watchin'; they know I'm comin' (Haha)
A lame nigga watchin' me wish he could (Nigga)
At the same time, a lame nigga—I wish he would (I wish)
Try to trick me out my spot, nigga, bitch, I'm good (I'm good)
Don Ke, Southside, still reppin' the hood, motherfucker

[Interlude]
You see, they been gave up
The closer we got to the finish line, they been gave up
Then, they took it personal when we kept goin'
We was raised much different
Gangsta

[Chorus]
Gave my life to the game and yes, I paid for it (Paid)
It didn't matter 'cause God knew I was made for it (Made)
They killin' my name but I remain solid (Solid)
The hustle is private and the money quiet (Swag)
You a lame nigga; (Lame) respect the game, nigga (Game)
I know they want me out the picture—I'm the frame, nigga (Frame)
They killin' my name but I remain solid (Solid)
The hustle is private and the money quiet

[Verse 2]
Lookin' for a ho? (Damn) You can quit, my nigga
One of the best to ever do it; talk that shit, my nigga
Don Ke, I'm the captain—that's legit, my nigga
S.U.C. to the finish; it don't get no bigger
Let me talk to 'em; (Tell 'em) for once, I'm coherent
Definitely black-owned, (Owned) rich, and independent (I swear)
This is South Park's finest; (Fine) music made is timeless (Time)
They lookin' for a weakness in my kindness (Nigga)
They better pay attention to the frame on the wall (Wall)
Give my jersey to the streets when I go to the hall (Streets)
Phone lines up in Heaven; I just made me a call (Call)
Let 'em know I'm on my hustle, still gettin' it for y'all—yeah, nigga (Yeah)
They killin' my name, but I remain calm (Calm) (Ha)
Hunnid round fuckin' drum
Be careful, my nigga; we in some shife times (Times)
Self-made, 7-13, my lifeline

[Interlude]
Yeah, understand me, not you, but me
You know, we don't, uh, operate and resonate under the same motherfuckin' mind frame, man
What are you sayin'?
Gangsta

[Chorus]
Gave my life to the game and yes, I paid for it (Yeah)
It didn't matter 'cause God knew I was made for it (Made)
They killin' my name but I remain solid (Solid)
The hustle is private and the money quiet (Quiet)
You a lame nigga; (Lame) respect the game, nigga (Game)
I know they want me out the picture—I'm the frame, nigga (Frame)
They killin' my name but I remain solid (Solid)
The hustle is private and the money quiet