Lyrics:
thank God for the platform
Ink all in my passport
Industry is cold as Minnesota
Better pack warm (Phew)
Me and 'Vello
That's two W's like tax forms
(Like
marathons, not a hundred-meter race
So, I'm here's for a while, and they can't catch-up to my pace
So, they calling me a real sicko, Ill negro
Still, people
And those who hating on the come up
Its just the game
Yall better leave me alone for real
Im trying to be a nice guy homie lets just talk it out
I'm
the realest
But anyway, back to the subject at hand
I just performed for an hour, performed for an hour
And made myself a hundred grand like
Oh my
even compare the pair, not fair God's realer, Godzilla, commonly rocked by king kong, call my king of kings, will beat on beasts, on beats, while he
the fuck is going on?
And for the love of God, has a demon spawned?"
The children of the corn are here and now my life is gone
Little did I know it's just
me fooled dawg I thought
U was my fucking nigga
Would of did a 100 years for
Ya cause I fucks wit cha
You told me what a good heart in
These streets
So keep it real babe
Feel my words
Keep it poor in the club
Feel my curse
Shit, I keep it 100
I keep it 100
I keep it 100, yeah
Let´s talk about money
can make arrangements, you a dead man, a ghost
See I come from them cuts for real
Much long before this rap came, fuck the deal
I survived the game
bitch i'm in the studio
Had to get it out the mud for real
I'm about a hundred up for real
Streets show no love for real
In the streets i'm a thug for
I put in my all for this i wanna thank God for this
I wanna thank God for this gift i wanna thank God for this
I put in my all in this im put in my
Roberta for the bitch, nine for the plug
Counter hundred G's, fifty on the piece
Cooking up some keys, flip it with some B's
Yeah, everyday the same
to God we'll never change
I'm just looking for an alibi
That homicide left me traumatized
Try to get it they was laughing
Cop the European press the gas
was my fukkin nigga
Woulda did a hundred years for you cuz I fuk wit ya
You taught me what a good heart in these streetz would get a nigga
Not
4real
I be getting that guap 4 real
Situations I done been thru I wouldn't even wish on my enemies
Now I'm cold-hearted like 10 degrees
I got a hundred
I been waiting, I been waiting, I been waiting way too long
My team way too strong, we on the grind and we coming for you
God damn I smoke way too
the money
He acted real funny
He hocked up a rock and
It TOTALLED my car!
Oh, do you
Know any trucks
Might be bound for THE VALLEY?
I don't wanna
I've been a boss (I've been a boss)
Dental, I floss (Bitch, I floss)
Three-car garage (Three-car garage)
Rock Fear of God (Rock Fear of God)
I went
didn't go to court
God damn, and one day we'll all be together
Until then I'm ready for whatever, c'mon
(Yeah, n****z movin somethin in the nine-trey
to your jaw, these kids don't run anymore
Kicks is a hundred or more
A man in front of the store, begging for money and mercy
I told him say a prayer
Diablo
A hundred, a hundred (a hundred)
Luciano
These niggas don't keep it a hundred
Ridin' 'round in that Kompresser with my lil' bro Good
grown men die, for the love of that money
In God we trust!
My trigger finger itchin', Palms itchin' too
We back-to-back in ghosts, playin' peek-a-boo
We
I got hundred fuckin dudes I got hundreds which to choose
I got hundred people all on my line But there's no one that's quite like you
I got hundred
I’m bringing that pressure I’m blowing up sometimes I feel like I don’t give a fuck I didn’t have no one to turn to so I pray to god cause he lift me
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