Lyrics:
Reppin my state yeah, I'm Texas made
Wearing no cape still a hero (Hero)
I'm zero to one-hundred you at zero (Zero)
I'm sippin' on that grape sipping
I just touched down
Hundred Dollar Sound
This change in my pocket make me hate to jump around
But I do it anyway
Yeah, you know I love the gaze
Young
Building the ark by the grace of God
After the foundation was laid
Hewed down the timber and the ark was made
Called in the animals two by two
There was
been thrown together
But never made it clear
Never looked them in the eye
Fast moving hands
Dance monkey, dance
Rubber nose is cracked and dry
Lost in
to keep her
Made a hundred bands by the hundred street sweepers
Hit a hundred bitches, that's a hundred meat eaters
Niggas so glowed up, Chief Keef
I be
99, 100, 101, 102, Your ma won't even recognize you
14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen
Well, I don't know, but
99, 100, 101, 102, Your ma won't even recognize you
14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen
Well, I don't know, but
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
monkey
Lock jaw, eat me up like a luncheon (Mmhm)
Opp mad they just be in the way (Yep)
On GG I'ma get to the money (Hmmm)
Take my time when I count up
missing
Known for stealing, you unwilling, then we can't do no business
Keep that pole for the ones who influenced by gold
Hold it in the road, them
Super Rhymes, I'm 22
I'm gonna be 100 before I'm through
Because no, I didn't come from the planet Earth
Planet Rhymeon is my place of birth
From
horns atop his head
In between a mop of hair that's red
And in his nose a ring of gold
It smells of monkey's feet and mold
Its toes are black
Its fur
a fuckin' monkey
I tried to make her ass look fat and poked the back out
See me walk up in the spot, hundred racks out
My driveway cost a couple million
thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float, keep you float
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Jesu Cristi Oluwa wa, Amin!!!
Worry not about the nigga
Leave you in the wilderness yeah yeah
Be the gold the heat has touched
Just be the gold
don't cuddle, as soon as I get the nut I'm gone
I'm in a class all by myself
I'll whoop your ass all by myself
I got white gold, rose gold, yellow gold
the mainstream?
Meek Mill leans forward into the
Glow of his computer screen
His expression unreadable behind a
Pair of gold sunglasses
It's April, well after two
if I pull out some heat, nigga, you gon' kick in (kick in)
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the old school
When it's time to duel, you
by myself
I got white gold, rose gold, yellow gold, platinum
Young hoes, old hoes, yellow ones and black ones
I been patiently waiting to get on my
hundred acres like I'm triple platinum
Triple platinum without an album sale
Three million grams, I left a powder trail
All gold Rollie, face like
30 for 30 I'm going for gold
Aint going back last year I was broke
Remember we used to steal out of the store
Remember plotting we made that s***
whiskey and bad company first made a wretch of me,
Oh young men, a warning by me take and shun all piracy.
John Roberts and Tony Barrand sings The Flying
I been hot since the birth of my soul
Trust when I found out it was already sold
It's a plus to know every word is worth it's weight in gold
So I
broodies killas Got a hundred hittas right outside
Say the word and they ready to slide
Body count up in the city
Got the Opps trying to run and hide
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