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Solo
24
Hip-Hop/Rap
Solo was released on August 22, 2025 by Afterclass as a part of the album Gusto
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AlbumGusto
Release DateAugust 22, 2025
LabelAfterclass
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ignorancia Sofisticada
Ignorancia Sofisticada
Vocals
RLX
RLX
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Xavier Rivera
Xavier Rivera
Songwriter
Diego Jaramillo Henao
Diego Jaramillo Henao
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Diego Jaramillo Henao
Diego Jaramillo Henao
Producer

Lyrics

I was stayin in Paris
They gon pay me like a lease
Not a stain not a crease
I was faded like sheesh
Only playin this for keeps
They gon play this shit in Greece
Only plan get the breesh
And Im skatin in the breeze
Spray it I was clean
N fragrant
She wanna piece
I’m just sayin what I mean
So baby u wanna see
I was standin 2 feet on the pavement
Just tryna eat
Now I’m landin thru
Need me the flavors in Medellin
A hater could never gleam
The paper could never breathe
U say it u better lead
For Strength then i had to bleed
Im stayin outta ur reach
Im stayin off of the scene
The fame not what it seems
The game is not for the weak
Makin plays all week
When I’m makin profit I breathe
Made a plate all green
Ima scrape the bottom it screech
Made a way walk keepin it straight
Pounds of the tree
Fade away far beamin
To space down to the streets
steppin on the plane
It’s plenty I don’t say
Remember where I came from
Deaded my old ways
Mentionin my name
It’s petty I won’t break
presidents paid
Its plenty to go make
Milan Barcelona
I was calm u were foldin
Used to walk around the corner
For the fire
For the Doja
lyin thru ur nose
How u rhymin for the culture
It was highs it was lows
Now I’m shinin like a photo
It’s behind me like a logo
I get higher like the solar
She was climbin up the pole
It’s in the eyes she a goer
Tryna suck me out soul
I’m like I don’t even know her
I was running to the gold
I might run a **** over
I was numb n I was cold as ice
Somethin on my shoulder
Roll a hundred for the show tonight
A hundred when it’s over
Yo fuck it Ima roll the dice
It wasn’t what they told us
I love it when I know im right
It’s nothin I don’t notice
U a dub
U a bogus type
In public i was floatin
Thru the rough
Thru the coldest nights
mud that Ima grow in
Blew the runtz
And my soul is right
Pumpin I was Zonin
Soon enough
Ima hold the light
Above me I was chosen
steppin on the plane
It’s plenty I don’t say
Remember where I came from
Deaded my old ways
Mentionin my name
It’s petty I won’t break
presidents paid
Its plenty to go make
Written by: Diego Jaramillo Henao, Xavier Rivera
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