100 (A Hunned)

I can get a hunned views, but can I get a hunned likes Can I make a hunned mill this night Nah, cause money don't make you happy right right But shii, I bet it buy me a house Worth a hunned thousand I bet I can flip it and make it worth five hunned thousand Ughh, nigga now I'm drowning All of this fakeness Nigga I'm a spend a hunned racks on me, all in ya faces Rather spend a hunned to invest it Than spend it all on that bape shii Straight up out the basement, nah Straight up out that lake bitch With the crocodile swag Alligator can't be my replacement Lil nigga I'm running out of patience I been pacing, but I realize you is out of placement So f*ck is you placing, yourself in front of me I'll run you over just to keep it a hunned I'm honestly blunted, and that's no shmoke Hit yo pussy ass now all my clothes soaked Damn, step the f*ck back Get up off my nut sack I'm back, with bars that milly vanilly skip over yo cap I'm tic for tack, nigga you should know that She wanna suck the tip, nigga I can't control that I could break her back in, but I don't condone that And if she try to set a nigga up to fight I'm ready, cause we can run that I ain't playing, I keep it a hunned As hunned as it could be A hunned high like off of some weed, Or you could say high like some tree Oohh, them double entendres catch you slipping like mop up, in aisle 7 Shii while we at it Staring at the ceiling What is heaven We already in hell Cause I swear it's been about 11 minutes And my soul ain't prevailed, and my eyes been closed I open them back up, and I see madness I suppose I see bitches fiending for clothes Niggas fiending for poles Ain't that ironic Cause I see even them bill collectors got themselves on hold All for some paper Not scared to meet the devil But they be fearing to meet the maker, of this society But let's break it down ya see You and me, got brown-skin so we get treated differently, including All of my asians and europeans Even my mexicans and australians Even the canadians and of course our ancestry, the pure africans But if you elitist they treat you like royalty If you upper middle-class, or just upper class Cause for the normal person that first class, is like a forever pass Cause who the hell got money out they ass, pockets, like that We too busy paying bills Not realizing we won't ever experience something as little as that The way it's set up, you could say it's a trap Damn, with these bars it's a fact I don't slack, on them Shii I don't lack, nun for them I keep them straight potent Whoever try to tell me stop I bet I keep going Cause a lot of these niggas will try to stop you Because they see yo potential growing And they dumb eyeing you while you slowing Jealousy turn to envy Cause they see the way that cash is flowing Man I'm already knowing Cause I got a few people that come to mind, that be mind controlling Just to chase a bag they get to trolling Got me rolling Look at what these niggas do, just to amuse Got these lil kids paying dues When they don't know they day ones from they twos Man what to do Got so many of them seeking for acceptance That they tarnish the real meaning of a gang Like what do we gain I know this mental strain, got me mentally going insane Cause things will never be the same We forced to let that go We just forced with the migraine, of knowing of what we know That even if we in the house A bullet can graze against our skull And they go against the grain Rather it's our own people or the police shooting some more Now they using force when we just tryna learn the course This why I say f*ck school, and them sports Cause the politics behind the shii make you lose yo ambition When you at the bottom of the stick and you trickling With pain in yo body, from the hard work that you put in But it don't matter cause over Is where they was looking They always fail to look inside, of the heart of the warrior And if that's not real enough for you to listen to Then I'm sorry for boring ya Shii, we just want our euphoria The hate, the racism, you feeling towards us Let's clean it up, and pay gloria For she can feed her familia Matter fact, I'm not sorry if I'm boring ya These are things we need to get off Tired of being addicted to getting off a nut Thinking like life is a quick f*ck, like f*ck We live in disgust, with our addictions That's addictive, they run up in our jurisdiction Proposing a juxtaposition, dictating And our people come up missing Gentrifying our blocks Raiding them with cops Straight up, the shii need to stop How you gone send a man that ain't ever been in the ghetto To the ghetto, to resolve a ghetto altercation That's ya'll favorite word to use when ya'll look at our application Another black man dropped is more money for your paid vacation Let's keep it a hunned I know ya'll love our faces When we struck with fear From a gun being pulled on us Wondering is there really a God, looking upon us If so why he ain't stop the bullet before it land on the dust All bloody, it's the lust, we see buddy, lighted up And we just flip the channel and go on with the rough Life we was born into So this what I ask of you Can you stand with us too And keep it hunned on how you view, us on this side of the fence To be honest now I'm just rambling on You prolly thinking all my shots just missed But they all just hit, I'm dismissed, a hunned lil bitch