Hundred Rounds

Feel like I don't wanna bail now
Thinkin' I don't wanna bail
I think I might go to hell now
Couldn't fumble on the load
How could I fold
I will not stand down
I think Imma go for another round
Bet tell your bro I ain't playin' around
Know why I'm in it now
When I'm on the road I ain't makin' a sound
I made my money I'm already out
Don't see a point I ain't stayin' around
2 double 0 on the scale now
I feel like they don't wanna see me excel now
Mind my stay
Go away
Not okay (mmm)
Come another day
Been goin' strong 7 years
Blood, sweat, but never shed a tear
Vibe, lyrics, flow, S-Tier
I see perfection lookin' in the -
(Hold up)
They heard that I roll with the gang though
I'm more of a threat when I'm solo
The muscle, the money, my prime
The push and the pull I could do it like Pablo
I'm a man and shoutout to my Abu (Father)
I ain't playin' no games like "Diablo"
I ain't playin' with nothin' at all
When the members pull up we gon' shoot you with hollows
Amazon, picked up
Money in the bag but the strap's not zipped up, huh
One of my dawgs just did like 3
And he said fuck peace we gon' walk around gripped up
Mind my stay
Go away
Not okay (mmm)
Come another day
Think Imma go for another round
Bet tell your bro I ain't playin' around
Know that I'm in it now
When I'm on the road I ain't makin' a sound
I made my money I'm already out
Don't see a point I ain't stayin' around
It's 2 double 0 on the scale now
I feel like they don't wanna see me excel now
Feel like I don't wanna bail now
I think I might go to hell now
Couldn't fumble on the load
How could I fold
I will not stand down



Credits
Writer(s): Arthur Guilhem, Jack Gibson
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