Lyrics:
mountain of this bread to recruit some new football players
While yo brothers dying next door from having a lack of paper
That's cap
I went driving by my
the ashes in the pipe
Blowtorch to the crack, my fire is winter proof
Old thoughts of black and white pictures, now they developing
Skeletons surrounded by
up til the very end
It's all about paper my nigga
I pop smoke for the dividends
Bullet proof like I'm fifty-cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your
probably be faded too
King Fu grip on this weapon
Sipping that 80 proof
Before you niggas
Make me a veggie
I'll eat a plate of soup
Vagrant teenager
Proofs in the pudding and that baking sodas taking
Paper that I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
the pen
Free Omerta
Honesty I had a long day
When you're too nice some niggas will come at you the wrong way
I can feel my patience going away
That's
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
fat as fuck
I'm getting to that dough boy like boyz in the hood
Man I do what I want they do what they could
By any means for that paper I'm feeling
These are pipe dreams, created by the lightning
More evident than what you see in a crime scene
I put my truth on paper, writing with an honest pen
Truth
done demonstrated with this pen and paper
Only seven haters on the gram
That's cause there's maybe seven that'll listen
For a couple seconds 'for they
Proofs in dat pudding & dat bakin' sodas takin'
Paper dat would make take dem photos naked
Listenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wiggie Williams
I
proof
Used to drank 100 proof
Nah I'm just a 100 dude
I done made 100 moves
Those who ain't 100 lose
Cough cough cough cough cough
Past the blunt too much
me, keep atleast a hundred Wifey's
my duns up in the pens ya'll need to write me
street cadets, alias names and re-arrests
it doesn't take much to know
flip rhymes in quick time
From paper to the label where they’re favoring to get signed
You know, at open mics I'd roll the dice
So enticed by the glowing
with Corona
Lord, that paper callin' I reply
Spread that money like the disease, uh
Why? My wrist cost a hundred G's, uh, I
I end on my beat I, I'm
murderers, drug spot burglars
Niggas doing anything to acquire that paper
Live the life of crime but got saved by the rhyme
Peace to all my niggas doing
makin' money moves
And you ain't gon' get there if you water down
You gotta take shots with 100 proof
Check that
Been in survival mode
Since a five
wheel
The kick real fuck a car crash dickhead
I'll really throw you through a windshield
Fuck ya accolades
I'm really tryin' to hear the
Pain that ya pen
chance
Just like a sniper
Yeah this life will pass by ya
Then you die a fire that went out 'fore it could go aspire
To be higher than the highest of skies
noticed his pen scratching invisible ink on pages. I spoke as he wrote. Before the words left my throat, he said he's been writing for ages...
One hundred
time
Just got the Rollies done
And we only run when the police come
A hundred salute, prepare the troops (Ah)
I’m goin' out on my roof, ain’t hear
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
the juice)
But over here we keeping it a hundred proof
(100)
You asking me what I really think of you
(well) i could tell ya' or show ya'
But I ain't gon' hold
names on my way to fame (fame)
What more proof do you need
I took truancy tried to improve me
Found out brutally that musically
Ingenuity was apart of me
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