Hundred Thousand (Feat. G-Wiz & Hit Skrewface)

Hundred thousand dollars worth of cocaine Niggas'll kill you in these fucking streets Each and every day I duck the feds, man Trying keep my baby something to eat Down to my last, 'bout a quarter thing Ain't no love in these dope streets Ain't trying to be the man, just trying to maintain I swear, this game gon' be the death of me I swear, this game gon' be the death of me Fuck niggas in these streets wanna suck my blood and rip my flesh from me Youngsters trying to air me out and leave my body cold Sell my dope on Sunday, can't do church, have mercy on my soul Have caine, Carolina park king And I came fresh on them Forgis, forty thousand in my jeans Nigga got back to the flip, ain't gon' let no bitch shit on my dreams Unadjusted to the mob, stayed on my job, ho what you mean 100K might give me four of those Have my prices show me those Hit me in the daylight, if it's late night then my store will close Seen some niggas overdose Not only dope, but money and power Dirty dancing with the fucking devil in my darkest hour What you know about it Hundred thousand dollars worth of cocaine Niggas'll kill you in these fucking streets Each and every day I duck the feds, man Trying keep my baby something to eat Down to my last, 'bout a quarter thing Ain't no love in these dope streets Ain't trying to be the man, just trying to maintain I swear, this game gon' be the death of me Hundred thousand dollars worth of cocaine Make it stain, slanging things, knee deep in the dope game Police in my rearview cause they think I'm serving white And they probably right If they hit them lights, you know I'm swerving right Now I ain't stopping, them bitches gon' have to catch me And before I let 'em do that, them bitches gon' have to stretch me Cause it's do or die, life or death, what you rep, right or left For the folks, five or the six, or is it on the four These niggas kill in the streets over gang signs I heard some niggas wanna murk me cause I got them things flying But I ain't dying, you ain't fucking with no coward Dirty dancing with the fucking devil in my darkest hour What you know about it Hundred thousand dollars worth of cocaine Niggas'll kill you in these fucking streets Each and every day I duck the feds, man Trying keep my baby something to eat Down to my last, 'bout a quarter thing Ain't no love in these dope streets Ain't trying to be the man, just trying to maintain I swear, this game gon' be the death of me