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The joke is on the stuck-up prick who didn't get the memo
Those left-for-dead conspiracies have always been the truth
The dated forms with beaded

fake ass Evel Knievel
Now you're feeling lit the fuck up like you got stabbed by a hundred hypodermic needles 
Don't get it twisted, yeah
Don't get it

Waste no darkness, we have the after light 
Wooden crosses, pyres immaculate glow 
100 years standing (Yet) fallen in one night
Bible means nothing,

The dead are a rising from fields of green
For hundreds of years they haven't been seen
Screaming for justice they carry the shield
And all

she got my back
But at times it's stressing
Always got a smile so these Bitches don't know me
They just want to fuck instead of hold me
Dealing with

Not gone be piece by piece in this bitch
What

Prrrrrrr 

They don't really want it (ah)
Stacks on me a hundred (thou)
Tek on me like water (drip)
My

Why do fucking torment me?
When how you see the world is through the eyes of the blind
You fail to see what's bigger

Your comprehension is 
100

to the cities, moving house to house 
I wish we paused a second when we shot those people down 

Like this the years went by and I jumped so many times 
Into

Staying sober, I’m not tripping 
All days going, I’m not kidding 
Days gone by, something's missing 
Ain’t gon' lie, feel all switchin'
Ain’t switchin',

on somebody's birthday 
I want you in the worst way 
Baby 

Shawty keep it 100, tell dem bitches keep the change 
Compete with nobody Baby  stay in her own lane

listen to the chatter cause that’s fake news/ yeah boi that’s fake news 


Verse 1: If you ain’t heard of me then bitch please beware/ I’m 100 like

Looking back at moments i was lost in
Just prepared me for the moments that i had to boss in 
This the shaq attack in the paint i don’t cross men
But

11 thousand 


Anam akponye by 11:30

Gwa your friends kwadobe ita azu 

Munwa ga akpokwa my guys bia

men na acho asa fa ga atulu utu amu 

Anumanu ji

four hundred pieces I’m a Lambo night and day give me the space give the hostess give me this winning sweat give me everything everyone something

Onwards we march
For the second time
Into the land
Of the Xi-Xia
Hundred-eighty thousand men
Marching with me
Taking control
Once again
Khara-Khoto

Adam and Eve's descendant
Enoch was the only one of two Men who never died
But were chosen to walk by God's side
Enoch's son was methuselah
Who Was

canasta, ugh
I'm a fucking pussy master, yuh
Hit the coochie with my blaster, ugh
She like my meat cuz it's fatter, yuh
All my brags are objective, yuh

My great granddaddy
Came from County Cork
Into these hills
For an honest day's work 
 
Sent down in the mines
With a pick and an axe
He went in pure

with your mouth so sharpened up like a cutlass
Born and raised in a black continent where black men judge blacks
All my dumb niggas now getting long

ON YOU DARLIN

         
YEA IM MARRIED TO THE GWALA I ANTI GOING BROKE 
100 SHOOTS WEN YOU PLAYING CUT YO ALL THROAT 
I DONT GIVE A FUCK  MONEY IS MY WIFE

Ya bitch don't want you, cause you broke and a bum
We smoke Bumfeet, we do not smoke no Runtz
If you really on shit, how'd you run with ya gun
How

I can feel their presence, outside in the fields
The dogs bark, the birds hush as the silence builds
I see shapes through the windows, a hundred

I've done it, so I know it
Bitch gave up buns like it's fresh outta bakery
Pimp DNA, one hundred, nothin' fake in me
Live by simple rules, if I see

Like a boss
Rick Ross
Hustle hard
D Rose with the drive
You can't guard
I go hard
Hundred yard return
Devin Hester how I burn
Back to back it's my turn