101

Lyrics

(Trell's on the track)
 I'm on Mars right now, oh
 It's a real nigga 101, oh
 Look
 Ayy, coupe me, blue seats, yeah, this a 101
 Bought a brand new Audemars Piguet, yeah this a one-of-one
 75 the speed limit, in the 'Vette I'm doing 101
 They pulled the plug right by the bed on the 101
 101, it's a real nigga 101, this a trill nigga 101
 Real nigga 101, let's have a real nigga 101, this a real nigga 101
 Fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, nigga,
 fifty-one fifty (This a real nigga 101)
 Fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, nigga,
 fifty-one fifty (Said this a real nigga 101)
 I moved my mama out the ghetto, golden medal, bitch, I grind for this
 Iced out my new bezel for them times that I did time for this
 Street nigga, minimum wage, that's the reasons for the crimes I did
 Drug dealers, minimum days be the reason for the time I miss
 Everybody say they ride, I look back, and ain't nobody walk for me
 I remember back then when I ain't knew
 nothing, now them new hundreds get old to me
 I been fuckin' foreign bitches
 overseas, balling hard in my Kobe sneaks
 Shoot the rock, no GinĂ³bili, plug thought it was 103
 Got a gutter bitch from the projects,
 let me flood her house with pounds and bricks
 I'm on a whole 'nother level, the shit you did can't amount to this
 Help you climb a mountain, you cut my wrist
 Them people gave me they butt to kiss
 Only one hundred that they showed me
 was Ben Frank, that's on the counterfeit
 Everywhere you go, you need a place you can call home
 Meet me at the crossroads, wait 'til the devil comes, all alone
 Them niggas hate, but they can't stop it, no
 That same young nigga from the projects,
 came with that rod and wet up your homies
 Tires skrrt off on the one-way, rockstar lifestyle
 I watched them hoopers post on Harden like tell the opps pipe down
 I watched JoJo trap out the
 'partments, I guess Vivi turned his life 'round
 Every night that we was starving, mommy, look at, we alright now
 Look, yeah, we got ice now
 You and me, two seats, coupe seat, live it up
 Two C's, Gucci, I got it out the mud, she wish it is, no cabinet
 I thank the Lord for everything He did, I'm like, "Inshallah"
 He might die trying to get rich, go by the name of the Q-Ball
 Stacked everything from hitting licks
 My back against the wall, I'm screaming (No more pain)
 My cup was killin',
 plus it's overflowin' with evil thoughts (No more pain)
 From all the wrong they did to him, they think that he forgot
 I'm fucked up, I ain't got no love,
 I ain't got no lust, I ain't go no trust
 I fell in love with all these hoes and double cups
 I gotta get it, I don't think I've had enough (this a real nigga 101)
 101, it's a real nigga 101, this a trill nigga 101
 Real nigga 101, let's have a real nigga 101, this a real nigga 101
 Fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, nigga,
 fifty-one fifty (This a real nigga 101)
 Fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, nigga,
 fifty-one fifty (This a real nigga 101)

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Song Details

Duration
03:22
Key
7
Tempo
160 BPM

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