Keep It 100
Pay attention d Rock, D Rock
Talk bout the live that I'm living
Look at the price that was paid
I had to go grind to go get it
Nothin' was given to me
I put my bitch in the four
Then put some ice in my chain
You had the struggle like I did
You'd probably do it the same
Huh, I know you probably hate me on the low
Ain't that's because a nigga gettin' doe
But I could give a fuck about your feelings
Am tryna make some millions
And you can't do shit about it
But you watch me get it
Now girls you keep that shoes on running with
Sit's at the table count these money with me
It’s about that bread you
Know I'm running with
And if is war you know I'm gunning with it
Huh, Jones let me talk mine (talk nigga)
If a nigga fuck no second
Thought it'd be chalk line
Gotta, for my second part
The 4 doors on the Porch now
(Slices) you spoke the row, you did 5
You got short time
Huh, they stash this 4 and
20 man drug dealing date
Take stashed up ammo and an old
Case on the selling date
(Yow say what it is) Would I need a boss
And I hit the club I don't feel excitement
Huh, I just pour liquor out
Pray to God let all my niggas out
Talk bout the live that I'm living
Look at the price that was paid
I had to go grind to go get it
Nothin' was given to me
I put my bitch in the four
Then put some ice in my chain
You had the struggle like I did
You'd probably do it the same
Huh, I was built for this
I know a lot of niggas
That would kill for this
I keep a hot 4 5, then I chill my wrist
And shit on these niggas
Till they don't exist
I see you hatin' on the low
Doe, starring hard, might a sweat
Take a 4 doe pull up in a coop, no photo
Hang like a yo yo, them body
These bitches, they boss them like codo
Had a game up quick, fuck the game up quick
Had them bored all year
Am nigga like the first Brad Pitt
Talk bout the live that I'm living
If she was yearn like giving
Stacking these doe to the ceiling
And don't give a fuck about your feeling
Talk bout the live that I'm living
Look at the price that was paid
I had to go grind to go get it
Nothin' was given to me
I put my bitch in the four
Then put some ice in my chain
You had the struggle like I did
You'd probably do it the same
Huh, never had my hand out, for hand out
No, Oh head told me to grind and then do it
Time need a pan out, time couldn't fix broke
So fuck that i with the pans out
End of flippin' old cookies
Then the girls scout
Real shit, you don't know my life, no, no
Help the stomach in no lights
How you hit this mike
You don't know this grind, no, no
So I got to shine
And put in work like it's overtime queen B
Talk bout the live that I'm living
Look at the price that was paid
I had to go grind to go get it
Nothin' was given to me
I put my bitch in the four
Then put some ice in my chain
You had the struggle like I did
You'd probably do it the same