100 GRAND! (ft. fyre)

I done put my trust in niggas that done turned they back on me

I got people owe me money I ain't ever gonna see

I got niggas that won't ever reach the legal drinkin' age

Nigga, my granny never got to see her babies cross the stage

This shit deeper than rap, I got dreams way bigger than a Grammy

I was destined for greatness long before Ereemah had me

Way back when they was laughin', I plotted on the come up

Me and my laptop versus the world, sundown to sun up

Shout-out to Tim, you lit that fuse, forever grateful to you

I was back there in my room, with headphones boomin', tryna make a lil' move

Then Mama got me that mic, all of a sudden, I see my name on the screen

That was way back in 2016, and if you think I'm stoppin' now, scream

Exactly, I'm treating the game like a track meet

Don't remember me bein' an athlete? that's funny, I don't remember me askin'

I remember them long nights lookin' through beats, y'all niggas was probably nappin'

Down on the east side, if you got bread, you scammin' or trappin'

Throw up that peace sign to all the pain

You think I got this far in life because I stayed the same?

Because I listened to some niggas in a different lane?

If life is Sims, I'm Wicked Whims, I fuckin' changed the game, yea-e-yeah

 

Lost myself and found a mirror, I'm like, "Ma, it's really me!"

Niggas simulatin' through they life, it ain't no symmetry

Keep these funds and then I keep my gun, can't let 'em murder me

Pop a Perc' and then I go to work, they ain't gotta work with me

If I'm goin' home without that bag, what I'm gon' tell my son?

Nothin', pshh, nothin', 'cause ain't shit else to say

Your bitch goin' down on me 'cause I'm goin' up, it ain't no other way

See me and the bros in the strip club, but all this rain rain, it won't go away

I said believe none of that shit you heard and half of the shit you seen

MDMA, shit I done popped me a bean, if I pop me a bottle, it's all on me

If a nigga ever happen to get this shit here twisted, I'ma twist his top

Yeah, he talkin' 'bout they want all the smoke, I'ma show y'all how to twist a opp

They can't tell me how I'm 'posed to feel

It's almost been ten years, my sons ain't meet they granny still

This shit here way too real, these niggas still recording Reels, and that ain't real life

I need my account filled with a hunnid mil', what that feel like?