Check these bars I'm packing
Solo in the hood, like a car mechanic
Shooting good, look like target practice
Roll a wood then I spark with Savage(Yessir)
This the revenge of the coronials
Numbers game, hope you good with polynomials
Every time I step its feeling ceremonial
I hit a thousand Insta followers, this my testimonial
And that don't sound like much
Coming from where I did, not having nothing is clutch
I finally made a name, I feel it by the touch
Selling things I paint, I deal it by the brush
I'm Moñet on a cold day
I sold Ye, I felt life was okay
I won't say, was then phased by mo' grey
With road rage, I won't cage like no way
Its the patriarch, always got an eighth to spark
Gotta play the part but never down to break her heart
Keep it razor-sharp, pulling strings I play the harp
Won't catch me selling weight to narcs, I always keep them way apart
Its the patriarch, always got an eighth to spark
Gotta play the part but never down to break her heart
Keep it razor-sharp, pulling strings I play the harp
Won't catch me selling weight to narcs, I always keep them way apart
Its the Solo fighter
I'm in my bag, you just Winona Ryder's
Stressing out, I gotta twist the doja tighter
Reach in my pocket, yup I done stole a lighter
Grind don't stop, man the clients don't sleep
One-Eyed Willy, yeah I'm balling from what I keep
Coming from the gutta, touching wealth is bittersweet
And the marathon ain't dead, you just don't see it in the streets
Still laces in my blue chucks
I ain't hating but you crew sucks
I be wasted give two shucks, Houston man screwed up
Made it from a few bucks, amazing how we moved up
Do what, I'm probably alright
Even though I stay with the empty revolver at night
They say life is what you make it and they probably right
Was in a rut then reuped in my quality of life
Its the patriarch, always got an eighth to spark
Gotta play the part but never down to break her heart
Keep it razor-sharp, pulling strings I play the harp
Won't catch me selling weight to narcs, I always keep them way apart
Its the patriarch, always got an eighth to spark
Gotta play the part but never down to break her heart
Keep it razor-sharp, pulling strings I play the harp
Won't catch me selling weight to narcs, I always keep them way apart
I'm at a crossroad, it's cool I'm a boss though
Prepared for detours, accidents, and potholes
Was once a lost soul, but now I'm not bro
Used to sell in bulk, my house look like Costco
Redondo Beach my city
I pay to live here not where things get shitty
I'm doing pretty good, I don't need your pitty
And she's got the upper hand like I'm feeling her titties, Solo
Its the patriarch, always got an eighth to spark
Gotta play the part but never down to break her heart
Keep it razor-sharp, pulling strings I play the harp
Won't catch me selling weight to narcs, I always keep them way apart
Its the patriarch, always got an eighth to spark
Gotta play the part but never down to break her heart
Keep it razor-sharp, pulling strings I play the harp
Won't catch me selling weight to narcs, I always keep them way apart
Bry-Han Solo - Patriarch Lyrics
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English
Check these bars I'm packing
Solo in the hood, like a car mechanic
Shooting good, look like target practice
Roll a wood then I spark with Savage(Yessir)
This the revenge of the coronials
Numbers game, hope you good with polynomials
Every time I step its feeling ceremonial
I hit a thousand Insta followers, this my testimonial
And that don't sound like much
Coming from where I did, not having nothing is clutch
I finally made a name, I feel it by the touch
Selling things I paint, I deal it by the brush
I'm Moñet on a cold day
I sold Ye, I felt life was okay
I won't say, was then phased by mo' grey
With road rage, I won't cage like no way
Its the patriarch, always got an eighth to spark
Gotta play the part but never down to break her heart
Keep it razor-sharp, pulling strings I play the harp
Won't catch me selling weight to narcs, I always keep them way apart
Its the patriarch, always got an eighth to spark
Gotta play the part but never down to break her heart
Keep it razor-sharp, pulling strings I play the harp
Won't catch me selling weight to narcs, I always keep them way apart
Its the Solo fighter
I'm in my bag, you just Winona Ryder's
Stressing out, I gotta twist the doja tighter
Reach in my pocket, yup I done stole a lighter
Grind don't stop, man the clients don't sleep
One-Eyed Willy, yeah I'm balling from what I keep
Coming from the gutta, touching wealth is bittersweet
And the marathon ain't dead, you just don't see it in the streets
Still laces in my blue chucks
I ain't hating but you crew sucks
I be wasted give two shucks, Houston man screwed up
Made it from a few bucks, amazing how we moved up
Do what, I'm probably alright
Even though I stay with the empty revolver at night
They say life is what you make it and they probably right
Was in a rut then reuped in my quality of life
Its the patriarch, always got an eighth to spark
Gotta play the part but never down to break her heart
Keep it razor-sharp, pulling strings I play the harp
Won't catch me selling weight to narcs, I always keep them way apart
Its the patriarch, always got an eighth to spark
Gotta play the part but never down to break her heart
Keep it razor-sharp, pulling strings I play the harp
Won't catch me selling weight to narcs, I always keep them way apart
I'm at a crossroad, it's cool I'm a boss though
Prepared for detours, accidents, and potholes
Was once a lost soul, but now I'm not bro
Used to sell in bulk, my house look like Costco
Redondo Beach my city
I pay to live here not where things get shitty
I'm doing pretty good, I don't need your pitty
And she's got the upper hand like I'm feeling her titties, Solo
Its the patriarch, always got an eighth to spark
Gotta play the part but never down to break her heart
Keep it razor-sharp, pulling strings I play the harp
Won't catch me selling weight to narcs, I always keep them way apart
Its the patriarch, always got an eighth to spark
Gotta play the part but never down to break her heart
Keep it razor-sharp, pulling strings I play the harp
Won't catch me selling weight to narcs, I always keep them way apart
Solo in the hood, like a car mechanic
Shooting good, look like target practice
Roll a wood then I spark with Savage(Yessir)
This the revenge of the coronials
Numbers game, hope you good with polynomials
Every time I step its feeling ceremonial
I hit a thousand Insta followers, this my testimonial
And that don't sound like much
Coming from where I did, not having nothing is clutch
I finally made a name, I feel it by the touch
Selling things I paint, I deal it by the brush
I'm Moñet on a cold day
I sold Ye, I felt life was okay
I won't say, was then phased by mo' grey
With road rage, I won't cage like no way
Its the patriarch, always got an eighth to spark
Gotta play the part but never down to break her heart
Keep it razor-sharp, pulling strings I play the harp
Won't catch me selling weight to narcs, I always keep them way apart
Its the patriarch, always got an eighth to spark
Gotta play the part but never down to break her heart
Keep it razor-sharp, pulling strings I play the harp
Won't catch me selling weight to narcs, I always keep them way apart
Its the Solo fighter
I'm in my bag, you just Winona Ryder's
Stressing out, I gotta twist the doja tighter
Reach in my pocket, yup I done stole a lighter
Grind don't stop, man the clients don't sleep
One-Eyed Willy, yeah I'm balling from what I keep
Coming from the gutta, touching wealth is bittersweet
And the marathon ain't dead, you just don't see it in the streets
Still laces in my blue chucks
I ain't hating but you crew sucks
I be wasted give two shucks, Houston man screwed up
Made it from a few bucks, amazing how we moved up
Do what, I'm probably alright
Even though I stay with the empty revolver at night
They say life is what you make it and they probably right
Was in a rut then reuped in my quality of life
Its the patriarch, always got an eighth to spark
Gotta play the part but never down to break her heart
Keep it razor-sharp, pulling strings I play the harp
Won't catch me selling weight to narcs, I always keep them way apart
Its the patriarch, always got an eighth to spark
Gotta play the part but never down to break her heart
Keep it razor-sharp, pulling strings I play the harp
Won't catch me selling weight to narcs, I always keep them way apart
I'm at a crossroad, it's cool I'm a boss though
Prepared for detours, accidents, and potholes
Was once a lost soul, but now I'm not bro
Used to sell in bulk, my house look like Costco
Redondo Beach my city
I pay to live here not where things get shitty
I'm doing pretty good, I don't need your pitty
And she's got the upper hand like I'm feeling her titties, Solo
Its the patriarch, always got an eighth to spark
Gotta play the part but never down to break her heart
Keep it razor-sharp, pulling strings I play the harp
Won't catch me selling weight to narcs, I always keep them way apart
Its the patriarch, always got an eighth to spark
Gotta play the part but never down to break her heart
Keep it razor-sharp, pulling strings I play the harp
Won't catch me selling weight to narcs, I always keep them way apart
Writer: Brian Porter
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid