[Intro: Solace]

Hey yo

Action Bronson

Solace

Motha fuckin PF Cuttin

You 'bout to hear some shit

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]

Hey yo

Fry the flamingo when we dining, planters on the table

Booby shining the rarest diamonds studs around the navel

Hop out the whip both feet touch at the same time

Greenbacks consolidated with the grey nine

Red dawn cook up the fishes with the heads on

He fanned the Bronsonelli known for never folding bread wrong

Every bill facing the same direction

Shit on my feet, split up the middle

Desert wiley with the suede complexion

Fill the glass, toast the brew, smoke the basil soup

Cop and crash a hazel coup, take a nasal too

Yes indeed I smoke minoras with my people

I'm rolling up the trilogy before I light the fucking sequel

Peppers are grilled with the diploma, the smoker

The apple-wood chip thirty-eight enhancing the aroma

'95 Karl Kani on the vest set

Death threats will get your cut ripped and your chest wet

[Chorus: Action Bronson & Solace]

Exquisite lyric from the vocal so we hold it down

It's word wizardry the queens niggas hold the crown

Fresh out the ground got the hookers with the golden gowns

Profound sound, pound for pound we known the go around

[Verse 2: Solace]

My every move is major, incredible intrepid flow

Rep your soul's a spectacle, but's that's just true to nature

Now who's the crew to lace ya? Timeless, the Truth will amaze ya

Euphemisms be like euthanasia we through with the flavors

I read your blueprint watch you take the foolish steps

You don't deserve my cents if you was UNICEF

The Judas left the Southern sun and god for thirty pieces

All my thesis to the wisest recognize the dirty features

We working on getting work in

You hear the shotty bursting with Lonnie be lurking

Say your prayers like Donnie McClurkin

We fly to the grave site like kamikazes

And maintain the same brain frame as Hammurabi's

So paraprofessionals know I'm a be skeptical

Never handing out respect unless it's exceptional

Yo just be strategic or get broke into pieces

By murderous paragraphs that'll leave you paraplegic

[Chorus: Action Bronson & Solace]

Exquisite lyric from the vocal so we hold it down

It's word wizardry the queens niggas hold the crown

Fresh out the ground got the hookers with the golden gowns

Profound sound, pound for pound we known the go around