100 Rounds
Digging graves for my ego
Been a slave to the evil
When my patience at zero
It ain't safe over here though
Goodfella but I blame the deniro
When I'm chasing my fate but I'm racing to be lone
Same place tryna change where I be though
Going straight for my ace when I play the casino
Got some names I could say but they'd blame it on me, no
And my pain feel is lethal when it rain shield the people
For the first time
And the last time
I ain't never looking back
To my past life
Grab mics and attack this a rap fight
Get high comin' down, that's a crashed flight
Last night dropped a pipe bomb
Fuck it if i write wrong
Pussy motherfucker wanna turn the lights on
Bite ears fight fear call me Tyson
Cry tears, ideas of my life gone
Never been the one to fuck around
Fuck a crowd getting love in the underground
Storm come seen em run at the thunder sound
Got a blunt filled with London pound
Motherfuckers talk smack, I might punch they mouth
Last man 10 toes through 100 rounds
Imploding a podium
Bogie smoke in my throat again
Countin' days and crumbled notes
Trying to make the most of em
Paper comin' through
So the dames gone let me stroke the pen
Fuck her for the night then cut her off and say I'm focusing
And I'm tired of waiting just for my hope to thin
And the snakes gone cut you down to be as low as them
Seen em lurkin' so I'm cuttin' off the cobras head
Leave my third eye wide and never go to bed
I could die tommorow
Promise I leave no regrets
And if you speak on Sko, you better bring the most respect
Emotion wreck, Wrong look and I might choke ur neck (Haha)
He got some real nice shoes
So I just stole a check (What Size?)
And you ain't never gonna Sign me off some broken lead
Bitch you better fuckin focus what the story says
Throne threat, Kings dead
Man the story ends
Motherfucker
(And we comin' for everything too, haha)
Never been the one to fuck around
Fuck a crowd getting love in the underground
Storm come seen em run at the thunder sound
Got a blunt filled with London pound
Motherfuckers talk smack, I might punch they mouth
Last man 10 toes through 100 rounds
Been a slave to the evil
When my patience at zero
It ain't safe over here though
Goodfella but I blame the deniro
When I'm chasing my fate but I'm racing to be lone
Same place tryna change where I be though
Going straight for my ace when I play the casino
Got some names I could say but they'd blame it on me, no
And my pain feel is lethal when it rain shield the people
For the first time
And the last time
I ain't never looking back
To my past life
Grab mics and attack this a rap fight
Get high comin' down, that's a crashed flight
Last night dropped a pipe bomb
Fuck it if i write wrong
Pussy motherfucker wanna turn the lights on
Bite ears fight fear call me Tyson
Cry tears, ideas of my life gone
Never been the one to fuck around
Fuck a crowd getting love in the underground
Storm come seen em run at the thunder sound
Got a blunt filled with London pound
Motherfuckers talk smack, I might punch they mouth
Last man 10 toes through 100 rounds
Imploding a podium
Bogie smoke in my throat again
Countin' days and crumbled notes
Trying to make the most of em
Paper comin' through
So the dames gone let me stroke the pen
Fuck her for the night then cut her off and say I'm focusing
And I'm tired of waiting just for my hope to thin
And the snakes gone cut you down to be as low as them
Seen em lurkin' so I'm cuttin' off the cobras head
Leave my third eye wide and never go to bed
I could die tommorow
Promise I leave no regrets
And if you speak on Sko, you better bring the most respect
Emotion wreck, Wrong look and I might choke ur neck (Haha)
He got some real nice shoes
So I just stole a check (What Size?)
And you ain't never gonna Sign me off some broken lead
Bitch you better fuckin focus what the story says
Throne threat, Kings dead
Man the story ends
Motherfucker
(And we comin' for everything too, haha)
Never been the one to fuck around
Fuck a crowd getting love in the underground
Storm come seen em run at the thunder sound
Got a blunt filled with London pound
Motherfuckers talk smack, I might punch they mouth
Last man 10 toes through 100 rounds
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Fersko
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