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One Hundred (feat. Z-Ro & Yung Redd)

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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 roughI 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 topI'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' trueI 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 hungryI represent Mo' City until the day I die

I speak the truth even when I say a lie

Even lil' babies know better than to play with I

Would be to lost and never found to say bye byeY'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 blueThanks to Paul Wall

You 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-Dawg

And even my old school nigga fuckWhen 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, pleaseI 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 hungryHomie, 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 meEven 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 creditI 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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