Lyrics:
just P-IE
Nah nigga can't sleep on me
Sleep with a knife by your bed
So convinced she got a gun to her head
Only relief is when she's taking the meds
niggas just p-i-e
Nah nigga can't sleep on me
Sleep with a knife by your bed, so convinced
She got a gun to her head
Only relief is when she’s taking
enjoyed 100 years of peace
And now its hanging by a thread so thin
Like this
Europe has enjoyed 100 years of peace
And now its hanging by a thread so thin
back
HP 100 Years tell a nigga hate on that
Every time I do it man I do it for the hood
My granny never leaving gotta make sure she good
Gotta boss
to change
Love stays the same
100 years from now
Your hands in mine
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
100 years from now
Your hands in mine
Your hands in mine
Looking
the gym watch the boy rise shit I'm winning by a landslide
I run it up keep them hundreds up while these weak niggas on standby
I made the climb
lyricist, lyricist of the year, huh
Old statements, verses deciphered by code breakers
Labels awarded them plagues that's gold plated
I'm murder with no
Daddy, what's it gonna be like in the year 2000?
Well sweetheart, for your sake I hope it'll all be peaches and cream
But I'm afraid the end time
lovers began
I began, to feel her body shake in my hand
Body language, it's so hard trying to understand
Usually after sex, it's a good feel
Took by
seven hundred years he was awakened by the light of the sun. Around him, the words and the footsteps had been erased by the action of the tide.
Beneath
been waiting 40 years
For some of that trickle down
Maybe it's time to call a strike
And lock it all down
A penny
A dollar
A hundred to one
Last time I
The boat stopped moving. And we were stuck out on the sea.
There was no land in sight, and it started getting dark.
And we were surrounded by hundreds
run
These rodents out of town
By any means shut em down
Gold! 100 gold!
To anyone who can run these rodents out of town,
By any means, shut em down!
design when you sign
And the vultures appear
And if you should succeed
Then it's worse by the year
But the worse curse is failure
It kills by the day
Watch
religion
Torn by anarchy
Herretics burned for their derision
Of the holy See
Seven, Hundred Years on
World, do you recall
Just what happened then
a dunce
I've been on the grind for a hundred months
And I ain't stopped doing music, not once
Bad 'em up, bad 'em up, bad 'em up once
If you wanna come
Fuck you and your masters
Your masters ain't worth shit and it wouldn't a 100 years after
A hundred years a slave on a slave ship to Alaska
Yet you ride
Seems like yesterday, even though
That was fourteen hundred and fifty two beers ago
Skipped that town on my birthday
For eighteen years I was headed
thirteen year old boobs
I'd hang out by the junior
High like my dad does
Tom: Hey
You know what I learned in fifth grade?
Mark: What's that
Your dad has
2021 Rap Up
Talk to 'em, Tommy
You know every year, at the top of the year, it's my time
Y'all be waitin' for me to talk reckless
Respectfully,
Right where his 'foot' was supposed to be.
Now, billy the mountain, he couldn't believe it!
All those postcards he'd posed for, for over these years
One life, nigga, one love
Reach them heights and keep goin' up
Hundred miles and runnin', we ain't slowin' up
15 Bentleys back to back, yeah, they
red chip planted behind their ears
Covid to them was a democrat concoction and liberal fantasy
They thought they could cure themselves by drinking their
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work
Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
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