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Lyrics

[Intro] If that's what you want man let's go get it, man let's bring it to this nigga man. That's what you want? Fuck it man, let's go make it real for this nigga, come on man. I'm out there dodgin' bullets and all this shit man, you jokin'? Some crap friends man... And I always keep it 100, and I always keep it 100 Life And I always kept it 100, and I always kept it one... [Verse 1: Young Roddy] Maybe she'll stop buggin' on a nigga if she knows what a nigga done been through Every track drop bombs on a nigga fool I'm just getting started, I ain't lived through Another day another dolla my nigga, hoes down only money on my mental I'm just tryna live good my nigga, tired of seeing cop lights in my rearview Hard lives on my my nigga, probably why a nigga tinted his windows I'm a laid back nigga who'll rep Kenner City one time for the N.O Trying to see how it feel to be rich, real talk cause I already been poor, so Time to count that cake, time to count that cake, let's count them C-notes And that street shit was gonna klill me, I'm trying to make some changes Been broke way too long, still trying to make some change Fuck being a broke nigga, I'm like mother fuck being famous I ain't trippin' off of no Jacksons, I'm trying to stack them Franklins I loaded up my ink pen, then threw away my apron I mapped out my blue print, been orchestrating my game plan They can't match my hustle cause most them niggas so basic I stand tall for something, if it don't make cash it don't make sense [Hook: Young Roddy] But I always kept it 100 And I always kept it 100 And I always kept it 100 And I always kept it 100 And I always kept it 100 And I always kept it 100 And I always kept it 100 And I always kept it 1 They said that street shit was gonna kill me So I'm trying to make some changes Been broke way too long, still trying to make some change And I always kept it 100 And I always kept it 100 And I always kept it 100 And I always kept it 1 [Verse 2: Fiend] And I always keep it one dolla' And [?], Louisiana tax Drug deals in the Ramadas, I was up in highschool seeing stacks Talked about it while being that, wrote about it when rolling up When Nino Brown was seeing crack, and G-money was smoking up (womp womp) Pound for pound, I wasn't a boxer Give her her high notes, wasn't the opera [?] medical marijuana, we was in them stolen [?] Eating Pop-Eye's in Church's, speak no lies in my verses Clear glass in my benz though, 2 miles an hour on purpose And I never told her I love her just so I could fuck her Didn't change the fact that a hustler still had to duck her This track needs some 4 4's, [?] with four doors A gucci bucket, kush nugget, and a baddie bringin' mo' hoes If I pulled the pistol I used it It's CNN if I lose it My weed habit was so close to coke the way that I abused it Shout out to [?] my shooter, [?] my jeweller One thing for sure about Mister Jones and Young Route the Ruler [Hook]