CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : 100 (F.t. Fiend)
If that's what you want man let's go get it, man let's bring it to this n***a man. That's what you want? f**k it man, let's go make it real for this n***a, come on man. I'm out there dodgin' bullets and all this sh*t man, you jokin'? Some crap friends man...
And I always keep it 100, and I always keep it 100
Life
And I always kept it 100, and I always kept it one...
Maybe she'll stop buggin' on a n***a if she knows what a n***a done been through
Every track drop bombs on a n***a fool I'm just getting started, I ain't lived through
Another day another dolla my n***a, hoes down only money on my mental
I'm just tryna live good my n***a, tired of seeing cop lights in my rearview
Hard lives on my my n***a, probably why a n***a tinted his windows
I'm a laid back n***a who'll rep Kenner City one time for the N.O
Trying to see how it feel to be rich, real talk cause I already been poor, so
Time to count that cake, time to count that cake, let's count them C-notes
And that street sh*t was gonna klill me, I'm trying to make some changes
Been broke way too long, still trying to make some change
f**k being a broke n***a, I'm like mother f**k being famous
I ain't trippin' off of no Jacksons, I'm trying to stack them Franklins
I loaded up my ink pen, then threw away my apron
I mapped out my blue print, been orchestrating my game plan
They can't match my hustle cause most them n***as so basic
I stand tall for something, if it don't make cash it don't make sense
But I always kept it 100
And I always kept it 100
And I always kept it 100
And I always kept it 100
And I always kept it 100
And I always kept it 100
And I always kept it 100
And I always kept it 1
They said that street sh*t was gonna kill me
So I'm trying to make some changes
Been broke way too long, still trying to make some change
And I always kept it 100
And I always kept it 100
And I always kept it 100
And I always kept it 1
And I always keep it one dolla'
And [?], Louisiana tax
Drug deals in the Ramadas, I was up in highschool seeing stacks
Talked about it while being that, wrote about it when rolling up
When Nino Brown was seeing crack, and G-money was smoking up (womp womp)
Pound for pound, I wasn't a boxer
Give her her high notes, wasn't the opera
Eating Pop-Eye's in Church's, speak no lies in my verses
Clear glass in my benz though, 2 miles an hour on purpose
And I never told her I love her just so I could f**k her
Didn't change the fact that a hustler still had to duck her
This track needs some 4 4's, [?] with four doors
A gucci bucket, kush nugget, and a baddie bringin' mo' hoes
If I pulled the pistol I used it
It's CNN if I lose it
My weed habit was so close to coke the way that I abused it
Shout out to [?] my shooter, [?] my jeweller
One thing for sure about Mister Jones and Young Route the Ruler
[Hook]
And I always keep it 100, and I always keep it 100
Life
And I always kept it 100, and I always kept it one...
Maybe she'll stop buggin' on a n***a if she knows what a n***a done been through
Every track drop bombs on a n***a fool I'm just getting started, I ain't lived through
Another day another dolla my n***a, hoes down only money on my mental
I'm just tryna live good my n***a, tired of seeing cop lights in my rearview
Hard lives on my my n***a, probably why a n***a tinted his windows
I'm a laid back n***a who'll rep Kenner City one time for the N.O
Trying to see how it feel to be rich, real talk cause I already been poor, so
Time to count that cake, time to count that cake, let's count them C-notes
And that street sh*t was gonna klill me, I'm trying to make some changes
Been broke way too long, still trying to make some change
f**k being a broke n***a, I'm like mother f**k being famous
I ain't trippin' off of no Jacksons, I'm trying to stack them Franklins
I loaded up my ink pen, then threw away my apron
I mapped out my blue print, been orchestrating my game plan
They can't match my hustle cause most them n***as so basic
I stand tall for something, if it don't make cash it don't make sense
But I always kept it 100
And I always kept it 100
And I always kept it 100
And I always kept it 100
And I always kept it 100
And I always kept it 100
And I always kept it 100
And I always kept it 1
They said that street sh*t was gonna kill me
So I'm trying to make some changes
Been broke way too long, still trying to make some change
And I always kept it 100
And I always kept it 100
And I always kept it 100
And I always kept it 1
And I always keep it one dolla'
And [?], Louisiana tax
Drug deals in the Ramadas, I was up in highschool seeing stacks
Talked about it while being that, wrote about it when rolling up
When Nino Brown was seeing crack, and G-money was smoking up (womp womp)
Pound for pound, I wasn't a boxer
Give her her high notes, wasn't the opera
Eating Pop-Eye's in Church's, speak no lies in my verses
Clear glass in my benz though, 2 miles an hour on purpose
And I never told her I love her just so I could f**k her
Didn't change the fact that a hustler still had to duck her
This track needs some 4 4's, [?] with four doors
A gucci bucket, kush nugget, and a baddie bringin' mo' hoes
If I pulled the pistol I used it
It's CNN if I lose it
My weed habit was so close to coke the way that I abused it
Shout out to [?] my shooter, [?] my jeweller
One thing for sure about Mister Jones and Young Route the Ruler
[Hook]
