100 Acres
Rugged from the slums, Broward County nigga, dodging arrows
Smokin' so much purp, hittin' it like Donatello, I keep it thorough
War-ready nigga, in this primitive apparel
Speedin' off past the block, ain't no politickin
Deep thoughts, get my shot off, the clock is tickin
My word is Bond god, just ate an edible
Give it a little time to kick in, demolitions
I can stop the bomb from tickin', I can open every door
Every lock I'm pickin', protect your neck nigga
Snappin' on too many chickens, infrared night vision
Bout to catch the lead, breakin' bread with my homies like it's long division
Okay, hella money in my mattress
Okay, I got the fire for your matches
No way that you will find out where the stash is
Right now, I see a hundred where the dash is
Ride around in a McLaren, switchin' out the Bentley
I live a fast life, that car better represent me
Speedin' off, fuck twelve, they won't get my fetty
I won't end up in a celly, they will never get a penny
Every night, triple, double, easy, droppin' twenty
You don't wanna go against me homie, you get killed like Kenny
Now you gonna meet your maker
Dependin' what you did, maybe meetin' Satan
Facin' repercussions, maybe God forsaken
Like killin' off your parent in the force awaken
Runnin' through the hills, Iron Maiden
It's how we deal with trials and frustrations
Or if evolution law, then my soul naked
Maybe real estate in heaven, end evaluation
Still chasin' for them hundred acres, yeah
Are you sorry for your sins? Or just sorry for a hundred acres
Shit Paxx that's deep, I don't know but
Crew got gas we the pit stop
See a hundo on the dash, hundred thousand on the wrist, watch
Clock is tickin', fuck a TikTok
I been shootin' in the gym, so I'm ready for the big shot
Peace God, yo, I gotta serve the customers
I wonder how Elohim feel about the hustlers
I wonder if he mad at me, cause you know I be slangin' things
You know I got the method man, I'm choppin' heads like Anime
Hittin' turbo, swervin' in the convertible
Servin' up a hundred packs of items, non-returnable
I can get a bag or rap fast, so versatile
Get my money right or feel my wrath, unmerciful
I can shock you quick dog, like a shot caller
Never recruited, but I'm a top baller
So high, you couldn't reach my height more than a notch smaller
Rough day, pour me up, some Johnny Walker Blue Label
Bout to pour up, obliterate it Sodom and Gomorrah
I just hope that I ain't pissin' off the man
I wonder where I fit into his plan
Now you're gonna meet your maker
Dependin' what you did, maybe meetin' Satan
Facin' repercussions, maybe God forsaken
Like killin' off your parent in the force awaken
Runnin' through the hills, Iron Maiden
It's how we deal with trials and frustrations
Or if evolution longed and my soul naked
Maybe real estate in heaven, end evaluation
Still chasin' for them hundred acres, yeah
Are you sorry for your sins?
Or just sorry for a hundred acres?
Are you sorry for your sins?
Or just sorry for a hundred acres?
Smokin' so much purp, hittin' it like Donatello, I keep it thorough
War-ready nigga, in this primitive apparel
Speedin' off past the block, ain't no politickin
Deep thoughts, get my shot off, the clock is tickin
My word is Bond god, just ate an edible
Give it a little time to kick in, demolitions
I can stop the bomb from tickin', I can open every door
Every lock I'm pickin', protect your neck nigga
Snappin' on too many chickens, infrared night vision
Bout to catch the lead, breakin' bread with my homies like it's long division
Okay, hella money in my mattress
Okay, I got the fire for your matches
No way that you will find out where the stash is
Right now, I see a hundred where the dash is
Ride around in a McLaren, switchin' out the Bentley
I live a fast life, that car better represent me
Speedin' off, fuck twelve, they won't get my fetty
I won't end up in a celly, they will never get a penny
Every night, triple, double, easy, droppin' twenty
You don't wanna go against me homie, you get killed like Kenny
Now you gonna meet your maker
Dependin' what you did, maybe meetin' Satan
Facin' repercussions, maybe God forsaken
Like killin' off your parent in the force awaken
Runnin' through the hills, Iron Maiden
It's how we deal with trials and frustrations
Or if evolution law, then my soul naked
Maybe real estate in heaven, end evaluation
Still chasin' for them hundred acres, yeah
Are you sorry for your sins? Or just sorry for a hundred acres
Shit Paxx that's deep, I don't know but
Crew got gas we the pit stop
See a hundo on the dash, hundred thousand on the wrist, watch
Clock is tickin', fuck a TikTok
I been shootin' in the gym, so I'm ready for the big shot
Peace God, yo, I gotta serve the customers
I wonder how Elohim feel about the hustlers
I wonder if he mad at me, cause you know I be slangin' things
You know I got the method man, I'm choppin' heads like Anime
Hittin' turbo, swervin' in the convertible
Servin' up a hundred packs of items, non-returnable
I can get a bag or rap fast, so versatile
Get my money right or feel my wrath, unmerciful
I can shock you quick dog, like a shot caller
Never recruited, but I'm a top baller
So high, you couldn't reach my height more than a notch smaller
Rough day, pour me up, some Johnny Walker Blue Label
Bout to pour up, obliterate it Sodom and Gomorrah
I just hope that I ain't pissin' off the man
I wonder where I fit into his plan
Now you're gonna meet your maker
Dependin' what you did, maybe meetin' Satan
Facin' repercussions, maybe God forsaken
Like killin' off your parent in the force awaken
Runnin' through the hills, Iron Maiden
It's how we deal with trials and frustrations
Or if evolution longed and my soul naked
Maybe real estate in heaven, end evaluation
Still chasin' for them hundred acres, yeah
Are you sorry for your sins?
Or just sorry for a hundred acres?
Are you sorry for your sins?
Or just sorry for a hundred acres?
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Writer(s): Joseph Bogrow, Emilio R Cevallos, Andre Lorenzo Moreland
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