Текст песни 101 Percent - 3rd

Aye shout out all my dawgs that ain't ever switched up on me
You feel me
Fuck all ya'll that did

Yeah, Look
(Woah)

I'm 101 Percent
Solid cause I'll never flip
I'm takin' this shit to grave
You won't cause you probably gon' snitch
I'm ridin' for my brothers and my Family they only ones that I'ma slide for
If you fakin' don't be mistakin' they the only ones that I'ma die for
(Yeah)
All these people wanna see me dead
All you people you wanna see me die
Bitch I'ma keep my distance
I ain't tryna' be crucified
Shit I use to call you my Brotha'
But you almost turned me to a homicide
So now I'm movin' hella different
I done put my pride aside
Look, I've been lookin at game
Tryna' find a way to make it out rich
Cause if you don't they gon' take yo' life
And I did too much for this shit
So I'm in this thang' but I'm movin' smart
Look, I ain't takin' no chances
So if you try to make a move homie
Look, we ain't givin' out passes
But I did this shit for my people
The ones who ain't got them a voice
I'm tryna' stay in my own lane
But I ain't got no otha' choice
All I got is my city
I'ma put ya'll on back
The Marathon Continues
I'ma keep runnin' these laps

My whole life been like this, I've been dealin' with this pain
All these thoughts up in my head, man I think I'ma go insane
How do I keep my composure when my world is up in flames
I just gotta pray to God to make this all just go away

(Okay)
I'm a 101 percent, focused on winnin' I'm cuttin' a check
I'm all in my bag and I'll slide for the set
My niggas gon' ride like a Mercedes Benz
I do it for fam' I handle my shit
For all of my brothas' I'll empty a clip
Servin' these suckas' I don't need a tip
Quit all the fakin' that love don't exist
(Yeah)
I stay on the grind, all the time, see this money's on my mind right
Gotta do it for my Family and the niggas thats surroundin' me
Gotta keep my circle tight
Never let another nigga take food off my Son's plate I will never make that mistake
All I know is to ride and provide and protect the ones on my side and middle fingers to the haters
Head to the block see I got to maintain it
Lil' mama' hit me like what you doing later
On the grind like a skater so I'm gettin' to the paper
Can't talk now so I'll speak to you later
Real as it gets see you niggas don't relate us
Real heavy hitters, man you suckas' couldn't fade us
Wouldn't see any different if I seen a different angle
I want the merchandise, pay me under the table
All for the grind, all for the mill
All for the game, see I'm headed for the field
All for the family, I do it for my family
I stay on the grind and I got to keep it real
Feeling myself Dutches full of kill
Blue cup full of Hennessy I hope it don't spill
Bag full of money to the top of the hill
But when Jack fell down I would never be Jill
It's Cuddy

My whole life been like this, I've been dealin' with this pain
All these thoughts up in my head, man I think I'ma go insane
How do I keep my composure when my world is up in flames
I just gotta pray to God to make this all just go away

My whole life been like this, I've been dealin' with this pain
All these thoughts up in my head, man I think I'ma go insane
How do I keep my composure when my world is up in flames
I just gotta pray to God to make this all just go away