[Intro]
Yeah!
What!
Ayy!
[ad-libs echo]
[Verse 1]
Neck on frostbite
Wrists on strobe light
Walk in lookin like I robbed the vault
[low vocal register] I might
Big bag
Big racks
Big flex
Big facts
Got the club goin stupid
Off a couple big stacks
All my baby mommas textin
"Where you at?" on read
Got my kids up in my chain
Lil faces on my piece
Say I'm toxic
Still call
Still fall in my sheets
They my headache
My heaven
My whole damn team
[Chorus]
I’m a solo thug with a soft heart
Chains on my chest and it beat hard
Cash on the floor
Still I play my part
Got my babies tatted deep in my scarred heart
All this drip
All this cash
All this life I live
I talk wild
But I still got love to give
I’m a solo thug with a soft heart
[Verse 2]
Countin up bands on the counter
Baby girl mad
Say I never come round her
"All you care about money and the club"
But I’m buyin all the diapers
That’s love
Pull up
Pockets heavy like a dumbbell
Smell like rich sin
Raise hell
Talk slick
But I kiss my kids’ foreheads
Pray they never see the type of sh*t in my head
Bank account lookin like a phone number
Car so loud make the block thunder
Yeah I cuss
Yeah I fight
Yeah I sin
Yeah I stunt
But I’ll drop every chain if my babies need lunch
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
All this ice on me
Still I feel that weight
All these bands on me
Still I’m scared I’ll break
All these hearts on me
Still I make mistakes
[whispered vocals] But my kids
My kids
That’s the love I chase
[Chorus]