100 to 1

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[Verse] Whole set pop [?], before the coke or cabana You can't keep it 100, sippin' 99 bananas You lost it back in '98, HOT 97, we'll never play you through the tristate I'm in a '96 BM, strapped, swervin' through the I-95 You ain't ready for that time, dawg, fuck you gotta 9-4? I'm almost in the game, it's gon' hurt bad 'Cause I'm hitting 9 threes in the first half I'm at the plug, when I was young, he told me "You a teen, but you lookin' 9 to police, here Handle it out and let 'em try some son" Neighbors tellin' "I'll shoot" "I'm calling 9-1–" Done That's when I started, got the gun on my waistline Robbin' the white and rich, some call it a hate crimе I tell that bitch, "Here, call your husband on FacеTime" "What's the number to the safe, honey?" "9-0-8-9" Shit, 'cause I couldn't grow up sharing the same plate So I ain't just eat, nigga, I ate-ate I rap now, I get thousands just for talkin' I'm tryna do 8-7 thousand for the walk in I'm 86-hunnid for the leather, you 85 dollars for the sweater Get yo shit together Bronx legend, I think i'm Boy George Low in the Audi A8, 4 door 8–3, red lights just to show off 82 on the wrist 'cause it go hard Rollie day-dates, 8–1 I mean't to say 80, sorry dude, these numbers got me confused [?] 80 for the bullshit, whats 7 to 9 bullets But to me it's a full clip, shoot 7 to 8 times Leave a spare for the cool kid, the loud-mouth 'Cause he gon' get it worse, I should've gave it to him first Grind 7 days, 7 nights, I don't play, I'm Tryna watch the 76ers game with A.I., These hoes be thinking that I'm dumb They don't want me back when I was living in the slums They prolly talk about me, "He a bum" So I hit 'em with the fake numbers, "(757)-437-7271" Pour some for the memory Shout-out Juice pops, he was sippin' cups in the '70s Ma, I just wanna touch, and hit behind, late night terms I'm just tryna fuck, no 69 "Meet me on apartment 68 on the 6"– 7 minutes thru the steps, thats the shit "I don't know if the elevator's working, but you know what? Hit the button twice, 6–6, it should go up" (Yeah) "We get busy when we inside, but we gotta keep it down 'cause the neighbor is 65, fuck it, let's get lit though After this, I can drop you off in that 64'" New rims, 63K for the kit though Hydraulics, nitro, all boost Drop-top, no roof 'Cause my man 6'2" Or 6'1", he look linkey in it NBA height, he could've been on "60 Minutes" I'm 5'9" with the Timbs, double-sole the bottom They tell me I'm 5'8" and a half without 'em I like my females 5'7", 5'6" What they own, S-55, they gotta rod stick I mean't drive stick, and she gotta ride dick Give you head in the ride, at the same time she drive, drift I'm tryna hit the top, the peak, nigga I ain't tryna buy a bottle, I want 5 for each nigga The number on that [?] is 53 But if you keep coming through, I'll let it go for 52 Haha, I'm dead nice, ain't regular with the tongue Outta this world, alien, Area 51 5-O lookin' for us we leaving with [?] Head to San Fran, word to the 49ers The man it take power I live like its my last day, you live like you got 48 hours I feel like I made it, no label Spanish, full-blown Latin, like channel 47, no cable Stay sharp on yo flow-on-flow With a brick I wrote a couple songs today, I'm going for 6 4–5 like Jordan, I done came back, nigga 4–4, in the back of the Maybach, nigga I made noise, they don't want it, they don't show up The 43rd and the 42nd to know us The 41st fears us The hood, they patrol, let that 40 go fearless Where I be at But they stashed 3 9's in the crack of the side of the building, with 38 stuffed in the stack In the front of the building, they'll never see us slip, that's a fact They could be 37 deep, we could put 'em all to sleep "You see I roll wit' God? Ahh, never mind," What I'm tryna say I roll with 3 sixes, devil signs 35 minutes before I aboard the flight The flight duration 3–4 hours, should I go home tonight? Neuhh, I'm not doing it, I'll never live Fuck around and get possessed They gon' think that I'm a terrorist Go ahead, go wit' being Jordan, I'm good with being different I'll take number 33, I'm good with being Pippen Off versus Magic, like 32 That's why they wanna fuck me from the jump, I kick 'em by 3, 1 I don't wanna see you no more You lookin' 30, bitch, they don't wanna be you no more At 29, you was tasty, Now you lookin' fake Yo whole style 28th street My mind is black at the moment, I ain't gon' lie, so imma skip 27, 26, 25 At the 24 hour store, nigga, just me Being Curry, while everyone tryna be 23 Gripped up, that little "Pew pew", That little '22 The type that tryna touch me They run to 21 Jump Street You a pussy, and your mother knows You a dub, 2–0, nigga, double O I was 19 dealin' 'em, drugs Over 18, killin' 'em, bruh They ain't knew what I knew at 17 I found out what I'm good at and I will forever dream My 16's is fire when I'm finishing up Boy, looks like your 15 minutes is up I'm a Fight Club champion, I won for us Summer '13, I got over that hump, so what? If it didn't go the way that I one two I mean't to say "what", but you know what it sums to Nigga, I'm 1 of 1, ain't make it yet, but I'm still far Nigga, "It's 10PM, do you know where your skills are?" I'm rappin' like it's '98 I chew up 7 of your favorite rappers, sendin' 6 to go to practice While giving high fives to my team, I'm the captain Plus we just won the last 4, you don't want a war Still 2nd to none Nigga, I'm number 1