Lyrics:
Whosoever is born of God does not commit sin
For his seed remaineth in him
And he cannot sin, because he is born of God
Buck! Yo-a griselda by
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Ayo, I heard a hundred shots
Where the shells at?
(Shells at, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot,
shoulder and
His chest through his sternum
It was curtains for a nigga
If I'm go, that's a 100 years
My life in the judge's hands or
I'm judged by my peers
Of social acclimation
Bells clang to segment the
Fun-filled artificial day further
As several hundred Galapagan sea turtles line
Up to enter the building
If
Get struck by lightning
Sometimes a Quiet Ones the
Lion with the 9-iron
Just like my will I'll leave my
Rich thoughts for those conspiring
Talkin to my
My little bro on the run
He getting the low, blue and white catchin' me done
I got some drillers, they dumb
Take what they want, really living by
A
POP STAR
CASH PAWN
CHEAP CON
HE’LL BE A WASHED UP
HAS-BEEN BY NEXT YEAR
to pull the plug unable to envision our lives without it instead we maintain a two hundred year vigil praying for a miracle of some kind not realizing that
And the waves caress the shore
Through the forest where a tree grows
For two hundred years or more
The raindrops on the roof of the car
Sound like a warning
I'm
giving in
What if we could reach back in time
At the end of our days, at the end of the line
With a hundred years of sound advice
It’s simple, so simple
to hundreds, there was a lack of a abundance
Didn't see when he was working doubleshifts
Never mind a 9 to 5
Talking more a 1 to 6
When he'd ball up at the park,
(rah, rah, rah, rah)
(Rah, rah, rah, rah)
By the end of the year, don't you be surprised
When I take over the game and you can see it's mine (you see
Steven Seagal if they try to kill me it's hard
Load up the cartridge ready for war 100 shots plus like I'm Dolph
You'll get outlined in chalk they'll tell
there
White Willow Man one hundred years ahead
Just like the masters
Who’s reinventions resurrect the dead
Across the timelines
He reaches for a way
to be in the zone
Cursed by my perception
Inception
I swear it felt like a good year
Depression in the physical's a smile
From ear to ear
But never
Ay, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, what happened, ayy
Four years later they still sleepin' on me (sleepin' on me)
And I ain't gotta get the strap
waiting
Here's my paper heart
Won't you hold it, hold it
Said you needed space
So I gave you time
A year has gone by
And I'm thinking you're still
times seem out of place when compared with my burdens
Feels I been shot deep in my soul, but the bullet keep turning
Thinking of my juvenile years
a year ago
Shit can get into a nigga's head when his digits low
Make you wanna send one of your friends to his funeral
Maybe me and him was never
a hundred years my family's been here barely scraping by
We just some good old country folk
Just trying to weather the storm
Papa's gonna pay when
leaving my eyes, like a safe
Then I think of my dreams and I'm wide, awake
It's like a light and a beacon inside of me
To be honest, last year was a blur
Way
Now I can hear her calling distance from Oxford Way
And the night echoes 100 years of days
Me and Sofia
We go stepping on opposite coasts tonight
I
Fuckin' hated school, I was saved by the bell
Ain't so different from you, yeah, why can't you tell?
Cash in, cash out, consider it dealt
Do this for
of my niggaz
In three years, I plan to have stacks like Jigga
Aw naw, hell, naw, man, y'all done up and done it
We chiefing like everyday, smoking
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