| When you up, you up and when you down, you down | |
| But when you fall off just peep out who still come around | |
| It ain't too many gon' hold you down | |
| When you down and not on ya luck | |
| But I'ma be right by your side even when that road get rough | |
| I keep it cool when the streets is hot | |
| And all your friends that soon forgot | |
| They leavin' you all alone to rot | |
| But I'll be there till you back on top | |
| I'm down with you with no strings | |
| No matter what, one hundred or more than a few | |
| I'm gettin' that paper to feed my crew | |
| And no matter what you goin' through, | |
| I'm stayin' true | |
| I know you been searchin' for someone | |
| To keep it one hundred | |
| So tired of mixed love and bullshit | |
| And keep keepin' it comin' | |
| Damn right, he came up from nothin' | |
| But now he's got money | |
| And he's feedin' his people | |
| Ain't no one of 'em gon' ever go hungry | |
| I represent | |
| Mo' City until the day | |
| I dieI speak the truth even when | |
| I say a lie | |
| Even lil' babies know better than to play with | |
| IWould be to lost and never found to say bye bye | |
| Y'all already know | |
| I got a lot of evil in me | |
| But I got a lot of that love shit too' | |
| Cause I promise | |
| I'm in love with my ride | |
| And I'm in love with what it's sittin' on | |
| Bitch and my pants so blue | |
| Thanks to | |
| Paul WallYou already know | |
| I got love for ya bro | |
| My cup empty yo cup, if you less pour some mo' | |
| My nigga T- | |
| Faris and | |
| J-DawgAnd even my old school nigga fuck | |
| When they show us hate, we gon' show 'em back love | |
| Now but last year would've been a different scene | |
| But I'ma let you make it' | |
| Cause I'm really tryna keep it one hundred | |
| So stay the fuck away from me, please | |
| I know you been searchin' for someone | |
| To keep it one hundred | |
| So tired of mixed love and bullshit | |
| And keep keepin' it comin' | |
| Damn right, he came up from nothin' | |
| But now he's got money | |
| And he's feedin' his people | |
| Ain't no one of 'em gon' ever go hungry | |
| Homie, I'm different like a alien | |
| Drivin' in that mothership, it's black, it's midnight | |
| I'm sittin' high up on that numbers list | |
| Wet from all this paper rain but now | |
| I'm never drowsy | |
| They talk but | |
| I can't even hear the way they whisper 'bout me | |
| Even if they doubt me, haters | |
| I'm off limits | |
| Blowin' cake, oh yeah, | |
| I make desert for a livin' | |
| So many times | |
| I swear I spare my last one hundred | |
| Like a grade in the class, now that's extra credit | |
| I know you been searchin' for someone | |
| To keep it one hundred | |
| So tired of mixed love and bullshit | |
| And keep keepin' it comin' | |
| Damn right, he came up from nothin' | |
| But now he's got money | |
| And he's feedin' his people | |
| Ain't no one of 'em gon' ever go hungry |
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