作词 : Madlib/Freddie Gibbs 作曲 : Madlib/Freddie Gibbs Yeah, dig deep Yeah, uh Keep it 100, been there, done it All we do is dig deep, uh A-100, been there, done it Uh, uh, uh, yeah Yeah, ***** the merciful, the beneficent Curse over blessing, pray it be heaven sent Forgive me, my dirty deeds was desperate **** the government, I got my own deficit Death to me the only thing that's definite Money rule the world but when you dead, that shit's irrelevant Fingers numb from coka selling, no vote, but out for presidents Granny found my ****, I told her I would stop for selling it ***** please -- she knew I was lying before I even spoke it Uh, empty promises left them all broken She said ''Jamel, I can tell your perspective out of focus You too obsessed with the liquor, ******* and weed smoking'' A young ***** that's been thugging since the old days Promise I've done seen everything but old age Pray my demons never catch up from my old ways Keep the heat cause I was going through a cold phase Uh, yeah Keep the heat cause I was going through a cold phase Uh, yeah Promise I've done seen everything but old age Uh, been there and done it, man 100, man, uh, uh, uh, yeah Surviving off cold cuts and cold Spam Can't see eye to eye with my old man Hiding my insecurities with this gang flag We both despise the police but he wore the same badge And as I child I admired that now I wonder how He was a pig, but you was barely making 20 thou I guess that's why you put me on that lick for 20 pounds A life of crime is all we ever shared from then to now And I'm a crook and you crooked, that's all we got in common He chucked the deuce to my mama, so much for family bonding But how could something so destined to be just get demolished? Running through groupies and boppers, I guess I got it honest And honestly I know I'm out here ****ing up Seven grams of rock, I stuff 'em in my **** And seven bucks an hour wasn't good enough Cause seven days a week I'm living in a rush Seven days a week, I'm living in a rush, uh Seven grams of rock, I stuff 'em in my **** Yeah, know what I'm sayin'? Hahahah A-100, man (A-100) I been there, done it, man Facemob and Gibbs If money was the root to what the evil is Is it mandatory for me to live? I hustle harder than the next dude Remember, everybody is out to get you *****s don't respect to live and let live So I pack a .40 caliber cause that's how shit is Out here, no fear, **** feelings Trigger man rule, that's the art of drug dealing I'm trying to stack my money to the ceiling No new friends, don't wanna talk about old business Sex on the beach, sipping Guinness With a ***** so thick she can't take no ****, ahh Imagine working grave-yard shifts Bossman steady talking that shit A million a day is for minimum wage Work a ***** like a slave 'til he put him in his grave Fred, I’m on the same page Seven days a week, I'm living in a rush, uh Seven grams of rock, I stuff 'em in my **** Yeah, know what I'm sayin'? Hahahah A-100, man (A-100) I been there, done it, man, you know what I'm sayin'?