100 Years
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โฑ๏ธ 3:01 duration
๐ ID: 5464889
๐ Lyrics
(Al Geno on the track)
They hit my nigga with a hundred years
I heard the news and shed a hundred tears
Tryna hide the pain, I bought some Cartiers
Bitch, while y'all hit that head, I came on her veneers
Yeah, same lane but I'm switchin' gears
It's a different day, I'm on a different pill
Judge me how you want but you don't know how I live
I knew they all would change, that shit was never real
Was tryna get them mills and take 'em back to the hood
Oh, they gon' hear from me bad
Lil' nigga a bottle rocket, kept fuckin' up the profit
Gave her another Oxy', I went and got cocky
Beat the case like Johnnie Cochran
Ten thousand cash in my Goyard, I'm straight out apartments
Now my shoes always got shoes snakes on 'em, they think I'm poor
Whoever knew it was gon' be this way
They lied and said it was gon' be ok
Abusin' all these drugs (Until I turn the medication line black)
Remember what we was (I came from nothing, I don't wanna go back)
(Al Geno on the tr-)
He mad them youngins on the block be gangbangin'
No matter what you tell 'em, they ain't changin'
Interrogation, no Jacquees, they ain't singin'
Show them love, they still hate me like Raymond
'Cause ain't no love in the ghetto, ain't nothing but pain
I pop Percs and sip lean to keep from goin' insane
Had to rock the same school clothes until it pick up a stain
Young bitch, her head the bomb but she ain't pickin' up change
Same lane but I'm switchin' gears
It's a different day, I'm on a different pill
Judge me how you want but you don't know how I live
I knew they all would change, that shit was never real
They hit my nigga with a hundred years
I heard the news and shed a hundred tears
Tryna hide the pain, I bought some Cartiers
Bitch, while y'all hit that head,
I came on her veneers (Al Geno on the track)
Keep it real through his bid, you better answer every phone call
If the nigga he robbed take the stand, knock his dome off
Lot of niggas dead but I'm still in it for the long haul
We used to pour our mags out, now we pour the lean out
But I'm forever with you, with you, we can switch shoes
I tried to talk to God, I tried
I still loaded every pistol I got
Yeah, [?] sittin' in prison, all off a cook-up
He ate an extra plate just 'cause he missed his push-ups
Yeah, spendin' shit like nothing, I got a hundred put up
All I see is green like the Milwaukee Bucks (Al Geno on the track)
Told the ho to put her bags in the trunk, but the trunk in the front
Swear on that bag, he gon' front, we tote .30s like monkeys
She keep a Maison or Louis bag when we kick it like punters
Free my nigga Lil Jojo, he gettin' rich in the junk
AR-15, this lil' bitch clean
But a .45 got a body just like Miracle Watts
Project baby, roaches all in the cereal box
Fifteen thousand survey, hurry up and fill them out
They hit my nigga with a hundred years
I heard the news and shed a hundred tears
Tryna hide the pain, I bought some Cartiers
Bitch, while y'all hit that head, I came on her veneers
Yeah, same lane but I'm switchin' gears
It's a different day, I'm on a different pill
Judge me how you want but you don't know how I live
I knew they all would change, that shit was never real
Was tryna get them mills and take 'em back to the hood
Oh, they gon' hear from me bad
Lil' nigga a bottle rocket, kept fuckin' up the profit
Gave her another Oxy', I went and got cocky
Beat the case like Johnnie Cochran
Ten thousand cash in my Goyard, I'm straight out apartments
Now my shoes always got shoes snakes on 'em, they think I'm poor
Whoever knew it was gon' be this way
They lied and said it was gon' be ok
Abusin' all these drugs (Until I turn the medication line black)
Remember what we was (I came from nothing, I don't wanna go back)
(Al Geno on the tr-)
He mad them youngins on the block be gangbangin'
No matter what you tell 'em, they ain't changin'
Interrogation, no Jacquees, they ain't singin'
Show them love, they still hate me like Raymond
'Cause ain't no love in the ghetto, ain't nothing but pain
I pop Percs and sip lean to keep from goin' insane
Had to rock the same school clothes until it pick up a stain
Young bitch, her head the bomb but she ain't pickin' up change
Same lane but I'm switchin' gears
It's a different day, I'm on a different pill
Judge me how you want but you don't know how I live
I knew they all would change, that shit was never real
They hit my nigga with a hundred years
I heard the news and shed a hundred tears
Tryna hide the pain, I bought some Cartiers
Bitch, while y'all hit that head,
I came on her veneers (Al Geno on the track)
Keep it real through his bid, you better answer every phone call
If the nigga he robbed take the stand, knock his dome off
Lot of niggas dead but I'm still in it for the long haul
We used to pour our mags out, now we pour the lean out
But I'm forever with you, with you, we can switch shoes
I tried to talk to God, I tried
I still loaded every pistol I got
Yeah, [?] sittin' in prison, all off a cook-up
He ate an extra plate just 'cause he missed his push-ups
Yeah, spendin' shit like nothing, I got a hundred put up
All I see is green like the Milwaukee Bucks (Al Geno on the track)
Told the ho to put her bags in the trunk, but the trunk in the front
Swear on that bag, he gon' front, we tote .30s like monkeys
She keep a Maison or Louis bag when we kick it like punters
Free my nigga Lil Jojo, he gettin' rich in the junk
AR-15, this lil' bitch clean
But a .45 got a body just like Miracle Watts
Project baby, roaches all in the cereal box
Fifteen thousand survey, hurry up and fill them out