100 000

I gotta get a 100 racks
Make sure my nikkas getting cash
Make sure my fam is living fresh

When I lose cash something doesn't feel right
I can't be drinking every night when I can do much
Sometimes I got that lean a zeny in two cups
That's coz when I'm sober I tend to screw up
It wasn't really easy when I grew up

I gotta count all of my blessings
I'm putting so much effort they can't take it
I know nikkas who hate me
But that's the shit that makes me

I brush it off I do much
I ain't gotta regret I gotta move smart

And still hope I never lose it
What I want can always choose me

I'm so sick of this life
It feels like it's taking a lot of my mind
I don't give down imma always keep up

If you had a 100 000 what would you do with it
(I know nikkas who lost it all on a chain
Get the same amount a nikka never change)

If you had a 100 000 what you do with it
I know a nikka who made a milly from some change
You gotta play it smart if you on that paper chase Yeah!)

When the last time you had sex?
I'm talking success

When was you really proud of yourself?
You did it with no help
Twenty 000 you got it cash
Somebody told you, you the best

These days
These days
You been living for the weekends
But you still got some crew ends

We ain't fucking coz you not on the paper chase
Pull up with a 100 sticks and make a plan
Strong weed hitting hard on the chest
I told my bitch I want no stress
So she started writing cheques

I gotta make sure she looks the best
I want the whole thing not just a taste