Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state
Like taking off a sheer hundred pounds of nothing but weight,
A few hundred dollars and some reviewed proverbs
Baby told me that she never memorized a verse
Just made like a hundred grand
Stack in his hand trynna make that last
Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are
Hundred running they ain't finna slow down never
One hundred and eighty three life sentences ill be back once off
Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce
Stockyard bards, a hundred thirty two years charred
Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard
Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit
Blazing bright, until the brightness slider slides past hundred
The .45 for you niggas with nine lives
The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills
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