100 Bars

Hu
 Yeah
 Ich muss mir nur das Mic greifen
 Ey yo mein Leben ist wie Breitreifen
 Am Seitenstreifen vorbei heizen
 Und du sagst "Bruder lass den Scheiß bleiben"
 Doch ich bleib eigen
 Ziehst du nicht die Reißleine
 Endet es im Streit, meistens
 Lass uns durch die Zeit reisen, wieder zurück
 Ja da kam Veli grade raus hat 100 Kilo gedrückt
 Er wurd aufgenommen bei JamBeatz
 Ein, Zwei Videos auf Nix
 Danke dir Akita, deine Clips sind sowieso der Shit
 Also wirf die Kohle in den Schlitz
 Denn ich will Wohlstand anstatt Hofgang, keiner flowt wie Fucking Fizzle
 Genauso wie das ist? Ja ganz genauso wie das ist
 Denn dieser Sound hier geht unter die Haut, wie bei Richtung Glück
 Kling verrückt doch wer hätte vor 10 Jahren gedacht dass ich es von der Straße schaff?
 Jetzt ratet mal
 Wer hat hier sein Spaß gehabt, wem gehts heute fabelhaft?
 Ich komm in deine Stadt, reiß den ganzen Laden ab
 Früher waren die Tage rabenschwarz, schlaflos, nix im Bauch
 Ja ich hatte gar nichts, schlief bei Gazo auf der Couch
 Zog mit Zino um die Häuser, wir haben jede Nacht geklaut
 Vielleicht musste das so laufen, heute lebe ich meinen Traum
 Dann kam Twizzy in die Schanze rein, Zwei Zimmer am Schulterblatt
 Doch er wollte immer Ott bevor er das Pult anmacht
 Wollte erst was essen. Nummer 16 China-Nudeln
 Doch ich wollte einfach rappen, mach n Beat an und ich rule
 Ey er hatte niemals Ruhe vor uns
 Bitte sag mir wie oft haben wir geschrien "Mach auf!" vor Hassan seinem Kiosk
 Wir waren jeden Tag so high, digga, sind durch die Stadt geflogen
 Ich nahm jeden Song bei TaiMO auf, Abstand war geboten
 Und Papa ist gestorben, was nützen mir hunderte Sterne?
 Das' für dich denn du liegst heute unter der Erde (Rest in Peace)y a nigga can't live?"
 Get this money, fuck these bitches though
 Thinkin' 'bout the beef like
 "We can pass these mothafuckin' straps like a physical"
 This my city, nigga, e'rybody know it
 Ridin' 'round town, just me and my Four Pound
 Tucked in my Tom Fords, hopin' I ain't gotta show it
 L.A. niggas, be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit
 Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard
 Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit, 40, I'm fucked up
 Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit
 Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit
 Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do with me
 All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hundred
 (L.A. niggas be the craziest) yeah, one hundred
 (L.A.) all I ever asked is one hundred
 (L.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest) yeah, one hundred
 All I ever asked is one
 Thank me later, thanks for nothin', thanks for bluffin'
 Thank you so, so much for wearin' your true colors
 To every single fuckin' function
 Had niggas tell me to my face how we were family
 And how they love me while they were skimmin' off the budget
 Now, when I see 'em, they're the ones that's actin' funny
 People been reachin' out to me
 And I'm on some straight unresponsive shit
 I would have so many friends
 If I didn't have money, respect and accomplishments
 I would have so many friends
 If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments
 I would have all of your fans if I didn't go pop
 And I stayed on some conscious shit
 I would have so many more friends
 If I lost my success and my confidence
 I'm in the club every time that they play the competition
 If they even play the competition and I seen the response they get
 Yeah, nobody's even hearin' it, on top of the pyramid
 Might go to Jamaica, disappear again
 My circle got so small that it's a period, sayin' to myself...
 Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit
 Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit
 Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do with me
 All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hundred
 (L.A. niggas be the craziest) yeah, one hundred
 (L.A.) all I ever asked is one hundred
 (L.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest) yeah, one hundred
 All I ever asked is one
 Miss 4 Cent, that was my real nigga
 Held a nigga down since he was a lil' nigga
 If he was still alive, he would kill niggas
 He was Lil Snupe, I was Meek Mill
 Niggas know how it feel when you missin' your nigga though
 Can't think, so you roll up that indigo
 Stressin' while drivin' down Figuero'
 Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost, damn
 Make a real nigga wanna give his life to God like, "Here it go"
 Screamin' Frog name at the clouds, they don't hear me though
 Guess they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though
 You niggas don't feel me though
 That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch
 You dissin' Drizzy, that's cool, but don't come to my city though
 Not even to H-Town
 So underground that I gotta be a trill nigga
 Strapped up from the waist down
 That's word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real nigga
 Shit was so simple when Henchman was out
 He had a young nigga right there with Meech
 So happy when Bleu Davinci got out
 We came up on these California streets
 L.A. niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit
 Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard
 Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit
 Got a nigga confused, but why a nigga gotta choose?
 Don't even matter, dawg, 'cause I'm a always be a real nigga
 Always be a real nigga
 I never learned how to be nothin' but a real nigga
 Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit
 Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit
 Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do with me
 All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hundred
 (L.A. niggas be the craziest) yeah, one hundred
 (L.A.) all I ever asked is one hundred
 (L.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest) yeah, one hundred
 All I ever asked is one