Lyrics:
Brothers, we've messed over our sisters for years
(Years and years)
I said for years
But now we're being messed over
I said now we're being
can never say I gave up on our love I was solid
Bet you understand me now
It’s Gone take a hundred years before you finally see the spots
Gotta nigga in
was thinkin bands
Now one year in advance, I got the uppa hand
Dizzy got that crisp flow, smooth like crisco
Ya hate when I spit flow, ya bitch get lit
purchasing actually
I take three laps 'round the store and get back to me
I might've calmed down by then, but maybe not, ya'll made me hot
Twelve hundred
by the way that they messing their cadences
Why you put me at they level that's messed up in every sense
Half a sneeze up on the beat, I say ahh
being
Well-rounded with the universe
Can't wait to meet the other me
The one that tells me what
Goin' down from year 2043
Solitude is solitaire and not
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
a sport? A game?
One hundred years short, know the soul is immortal
Walk through many portals, and those who go astray
Will pay a judgment day, and these
alive or..
A whole hundred fucking years
Like, it was scary
And I had no knowledge of the chemical world, or chemical stuff like that
And it was like
the dog in me, act like a Pit
16 year old, making money a jit
Supercharged car going fast I might flip
Waiter was cute, left a hundred for tip
Heart got
year being broke on this planet whole team gon live lavish
I started from nothing started from nothing
Dearly beloved they want you for something
Want
Been up for
A long time like I don't need sleep
Wonder if I'll lose count months and weeks
I was sittin on the couch on new years eve
Other people
one week later I'm on an plane for the first time
Got into Seattle right around breakfast time
I caught the airport shuttle for the first time
Started
UrbNet Records
Which is ran by Darryl Rodway
It was the first time I had my music out on the national level
Around that time I started doing my first
back
HP 100 Years tell a nigga hate on that
Every time I do it man I do it for the hood
My granny never leaving gotta make sure she good
Gotta boss
to go how I expected
Now a nigga pissed, steady lookin' at the bottom of the list
Like where the fuck re my projections?
Nigga's like "Next year Tory
with the tide
Saying a small little prayer to get her by
She was whispering
Oooh, a hundred more miles
A hundred more miles, until I see you again
Oooh,
of the blue, breast cancer, wasn't nothin' to do
Now I'm sittin' here and thinkin' of you
Tryin' to come to amends, cause really I done wanted you in
You
2016 was a bad year, yeah
2016 was a bad year
And even though we've grown
From our past fear
'16 was a pretty fuckin' bad year, yeah
Well, I guess
self made
Those who slept, stay where they started and got played
I'm daily thinkin of a life gleamin
That life we in, how to obtain, and what's
[VERSE 1]
I knew a youngster, met him at 14, a very short scene
Fiendin to make his dreams come true, but see, money was caught mean
Started runnin
of these artists, such a pro I'm cunning these hoarders
I'm havin' 'em thinkin' they ill, till' the cab that I put 'em on, vocal I'm just gettin' started
they'll pay next year
I'm so focused on my flexing
Shook my patna' hand, promised that he'd get 100 bands
Wait a couple months, you'll have hoes like
stacks got buffer
Nigga, do the math
About a hundred million sold
In the best shape ever, I don't even feel old
I can run laps round these young ass niggas
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