Lyn Charles - Life Of Solitude lyrics

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Uhhn Charles.... Got my stars and my strips nigga. (x2)

Uhh hun... That's right, BBC SLIM Nigga

Uhh Got bapes on stars so straight Nigga

Hook: who will you run to, living this life of solitude? Money, hoes, and bitches but the streets I ran to. Just bringing you, envisions from my mental. Charles. (x2)

Verse 1

My ambitions as a ridah, mind for a shotgun,

dream about maybach's still ride impala.

Swear the streets are watching me,

the bitches are too, but still I holla.

Fighting for my dreams, images of my dad.

Love and live life, but don't live it too fast

and life is like a planner, numbers on the dash

getting fast money on paper no cash.

I thought I told you niggas this is the Charles show,

this is the Charles show,

I thought I told you niggas. (You ain't know)

So I offer you envisions from my mental

Cincinatti rollin like a nigga up in lampoons.

Fuckin wit them kelly's, oh yea they rollin fool ,

fucking wit them kelly's, oh yea they rollin fool.

Charles Nigga

Hook: who will you run to, living this life of solitude? Money, hoes, and bitches but the streets I ran to. Just bringing you, envisions from my mental. Charles. (x2)

Verse 2

Pocket full of cash chasin dreams like they 20 for a 100 yard dash

Chasing Rockafella dreams. Well... minus the Dash

Living this lonely life,

pops dreams up in the 80's mines up in the night

Living this fast life,

so many hoes cant even get they names right

Cock lines will incite, you live that life nigga

I live this rock n roll shit, in the hood too

see the hood chose me,

I chose the book instead of the oz's

Fuckin with the corporate niggas, ran back to the homies

See you can travel far but ya soul still remains in the streets

::right on the that block:: Uhhh Charlesss.

See ya soul still remains in the streets

Hook: who will you run to,

living this life of solitude?

Money, hoes, and bitches but the streets I ran to.

Just bringing you, envisions from my mental. Charles. (x2)

Verse 3

And now im riding wit my bitch too,

see I fuck with her cuz we match mentals

Vibin out to some old shit that I wrote

and when the law come see you aint gotta coach who...

she hold it down cuz the shit we been through

even though I cut her deep like some ginsu

Charlesss In L we trust fool.

In L we trust fool.

Hook: who will you run to, living this life of solitude? Money, hoes, and bitches but the streets I ran to. Just bringing you, envisions from my mental. Charles. (x2)

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