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for fun 
Cuz we got all 100s not 1s 
I bet that bitch go go 
I bet she sniffed all the drugs 
She think I'm best friends with the plug 
And me I'm just

leading every single one
A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun
And take away the plain in which we move
And choose the course you're running

From the ground up
Zero to one hundred keep on running
Not done
Never gon' stop
Got my God on me yeah He for me
Got all the love
I'm never going back

can't take away my genius (nah)
I guess I make it look too easy
Why they running off with the sauce? (ayy)
Guess I made it look too easy
Probably made

I sipped off knowledge from the skull of Nostradamus
And on that day I tapped the fountain of youth from the portrait of Dorian Gray
I drank from

a pool
Got a hot ass Uzi, cooling, keep that shit cool
In the court room represented by Jews
Hundred thousand, two hundred, working moves
When you got

come get this money with me!
I know he gone ride he right by my side he keeps it one hundred with me!
When it got dark and when it got cold, he stood in

they keep on flipping
Operating by my self i took a loss and i aint tripping

Jamal Lewis with the pack 
Niggas know im running that
Lui bag round my

bitch I'm coming
You start running
Don't wanna die tonight
Flying my kite up in the sky
All this time is passing by
I'm shaking up in freight
Guess you

Ex say I'm gon die by myself but I keep that heat close
Hundred percent I feel like I'm by myself down on this road
Hundred percent I know that I'm by

a portrait I can't paint
Cause that shit happen every day
Spot in heaven know I'm running late

Gotta catch a date with my fate
Niggas tryna catch a swallow

Yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah

Sometimes I feel like I be by myself
Going through them hard times
Through all the pain they dealt

Yeah
Yeah yeah

Fresh blood from the dead (ew)
Shut up, not listening, You're up in my businesses
Never taking less than what want, never minimal
A portrait you're

portraits careening towards me from above
Regrets - I can't remember what it's like not to be living
Running through corridors untraceable, and tapping into

Shades of Michaelangelo

Belinda Carlisle

Runaway Horses

1989

A still-life portrait
A view from my window
Touched by innocence

Now fading away
Into a quiet storm
Of the tears of the angels

Falling

of the white oppression
And the poisoning devil)
100 Miles of running
(We don't have time for you)
And n***s still running
(You gots to have
Good trouble and bad

Fuckin' up a bag like its on sight 
I'm fucking up that bag 

Call up three hundred cuz he got the pressure
Oh wait, we get it together
Come for my team its

your nose
Dose em up till you get dozed
Pushing up daisies you will get drove
By a remote control
My body hosted by Yah
Which is my soul control
Pimpin

my living room

Set the oven to four hundred degrees myself
Perched up on a counter top to reach a kitchen shelf
It's dinner time and my parents are

shows, get a hundred tryna times it by fifty
(On the stage groupies showing they titties, In the stu cooking up and I’m litty)

I married the game and it

hundreds
Pretty bitches too, if they keep it a hundred
Listen to my Og's taught me how to flood it
So much drip on me, I started flooding
Fuck that bitch

(Uh, can we cut to the chase?) 
I'm a rock star baby you can see it in my eyes, rock star baby you can see it in my eyes
Hundred times
Through

money I know business jones so we can't do losses, profit is sorted like

PETER JONES
Know we is running the game
Got hundred racks in the safe
They copy

straight cash
Bitch I'm like a register
Straight cash, stra-stra-stra-straight cash

Yeah, a hundred hundreds, that's ten stacks
Sitting in my pocket, you