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PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.S the Solution
T.S the Solution
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devonte Laquinton Pearson
Devonte Laquinton Pearson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Spicy Ketchup
Spicy Ketchup
Producer

Lyrics

Coming fresh up out the crib
Trying to better how I live
Let them lie bout going big
All that capping made a wig
Man Glitter isn't gold
Bought a shovel gotta dig
Shit is looking like a grave
Ima die or hit it Rich
Momma kept the lights on
Dinner in the fridge
Always thought my boy Omari
Had it good when we were kids
Kitchen full food
Even had his own room
Me and Shawnta had the bunks
Once a month change of mood
Man my sister is a G
All that game I got was free
Only time i had to pay
Was when i chose to disagree
Type of cost I had to see
Only school I got is life
Trying to get a phD
I'm in corner of the coast
Tacoma is the city where I swear I learned the most
Auntie had the studio and Calvin always wrote
And ever since that pen went where I went I'm taking notes
A lil nice guy
When it's quality you keep the price high
Buy in bulk when the hype die
Genius keep the wheels spinning this bike ride
And I'm Peloton don
Get a bag shit is light take a flight carry on
Gotta get The twins fly for the prom
Ima household name stay the fuck off of my lawn
Coming fresh up out the crib
Trying to better how I live
Let them lie bout going big
All that capping made a wig
Man Glitter isn't gold
Bought a shovel gotta dig
Shit is looking like a grave
Ima die or hit it Rich
Momma kept the lights on
Dinner in the fridge
Always thought my boy Omari
Had it good when we were kids
Kitchen full food
Even had his own room
Me and Shawnta had the bunks
Sister didn't raise a punk
Violence ain't the answer but sometimes you gotta punch
Especially when you all in the way of all my wants
Patience running low on stock so ima only say it once
I back away from all of yall who heavy on the fronts
Who the captain of the ship
Ain't no fads Im with Jaiz he gone spazz on a fit
Couple dads on the Ave tryna mass up a grip
Ima blast don't be mad you want real this is it
I'm Saying no more than usual
I See all the homies winning and it's beautiful
Way I'm working I need blazers and a cubicle
Suitable finally found my spot now I'm Immovable
Ima face you get use to
Real is back bro I do it how they use to
All the homies fit if I ever bring a coupe through
Sister taught me keep my circle tight so i know who's who
Now I'm
Coming fresh up out the crib
Trying to better how we live
Let them lie bout going big
All that capping made a wig
Man Glitter isn't gold
Bought a shovel gotta dig
Shit is looking like a grave
Ima die or hit it Rich
Momma kept the lights on
Dinner in the fridge
Always thought my boy Omari
Had it good when we were kids
Kitchen full food
Even had his own room
Me and Shawnta had the bunks
Written by: Devonte Laquinton Pearson
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