100k In Da Ground

Cuz talkin' chasin' dollars, said exactly what it's worth (Exactly what it's worth)
Like you end up doin time, or in a casket with a hearse (Casket with a hearse)
You don't got to waste your time, you know I'm taxin' for the verse
(Taxin' for the verse)
I been stickin to my lining, it get better after worst (It get better after worse)
Nigga spiritual, he out there servin' work right by the church
(Work right by the church)
Bring that bag, you get it first
Niggas feelings out here hurt (niggas feelings out here hurt)

I was bringing bells brodie, the streets told me they need me
(I was bringing all them bells)
Nigga seen me do it, and he thought the shit was easy (Niggas tried and they failed)
I was facing time, before a nigga said he need me (Said he need me)
I put down them lines, and they still couldn't read me (And they still couldn't read me)

I picked up the gifities, and went hot boy for a season (Hot boy for a season)
I picked up that Ricky, and stop talkin started squeezin'
(Stop talkin started squeezin')
Gave real niggas 50, and he still wasn't pleadin'
You got booked, and dropped a dime, these niggas snitchin' for no reason
2 Tone on me, mix match
I can get 100 dollars, and go bring a brick back (Brick back)
Hustle quarters for designer, we came and zipped that
I get caught, and I'll still go get that lick back
Niggas internet, we in to that, we both hear click clack (Click clack)
I fall off it, ain't nothin for me to go and get back
Niggas tough, but when it's action, he was tryna sit back (Tryna sit back)
Cut the talkin, we ain't hearing all that lil' chit chat (Yeah)
Enough I dump the ratchet, she was tryna take her skirt off
(She was tryna take her skirt off)
My brudda get to blackin', he ain't even let them skirt off
(he ain't even let them skirt off)
Start stickin' to the rappin', I don't answer to no big dawg
But don't think that I'm lackin', we'll still let them blicks off (Let them blicks off)
Nigga get yo shit off (Get yo shit off)
I done gave concussions, boy these calibers don't let off (Calibers don't let off)
We can hit the block, and find the fiends and have a sell off (Have a sell off)
I be wit my team, all y'all niggas had done fell off (Fell off)
We was flyin kites, it be easy to get mail off (Yeah)
We can slide tonight, bet them niggas have a tell off (Have a tell off)
I can shoot and fight, both gon' take a nigga head off (Take a nigga head off)
Nigga play your part, oppa seen me and he sped off
I was in that dark, shavin' cereal like Kellogg (Kellogg)
Fuck you think, I made it all this way by gettin' stepped on (Gettin' stepped on)
Niggas ain't been comin' round yo way, cause yo work stepped on
(Yo work stepped on)
I was shippin' birds to the bay, put the rest on (Yeah, put the rest on)
We can get them birds back today, them niggas slept on (Niggas slept on)

I was bringing bells brodie, the streets told me they need me
Nigga seen me do it, and he thought the shit was easy
(Niggas tried and they failed)
I was facing time, before a nigga said he need me (Yeah)
I put down them lines, and they still couldn't read me (Still couldn't read me)

5500 a piece, I get them better (Get them better)
55 rounds in the jeep, we right on schedule (Yeah)
Finna' give my doggie a treat, he think he special (Think he special)
Asked me for a sale, started charging him for extras (Yeah, for extras)
Caught a nigga lackin', he was pleading with a lecture (Pleadin' with a lecture)
How you miss the ball, they threw the lob in your direction
(Threw the lob in your direction)
I ain't never switchin' I be steppin for my section (For my section)
Stickin' with the same, you already know it ain't no question (Yeah)
Niggas wanna be famous, but be broke from all that flexin' (Yeah)
Niggas say they hate us, but be beefin' through the textin' (Through the textin')
Niggas said he made us, cause he think we need protection
I was rushin blues and them reds, like a Texan (Like a Texan)
I done did enough, I don't need to just go sit round (Just go sit round)
I just made a 100 off the mail, I'm on my 5th round (I'm on my 5th round)
I was still the realist, before I gave them my sound
So before I go, gon' leave a 100k in the ground
Pussy



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Writer(s): Kasai Harrison
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