Текст песни 100 Bars - Freestyle - 47shawnn
Opening
my
eyes
to
a
future
in
the
street
Not
a
petty
street
guy,
but
a
guy
that
understood
Hey,
you
can
get
out
of
this
hood
But
you
have
to
be
intelligent
You
could
be
a
killer
or
a
tough
guy
But
you
have
to
be
intelligent
Any
dummy
could
go
put
a
bat
across
somebody's
head
But
you
gotta
know
when
to
do
it
You
gotta
know
how
to
get
away
with
it
And
you
have
to
have
the
balls
to
be
able
to
do
it
I
wonder
if
I
open
the
door,
Would
she
walk
out?
Snatch
the
wig,
off
the
top
of
the
coupe
Now
the
chops
out
Back
then
Shit
I
ain't
even
had
shit
All
I
had
was
fucking
pencils
and
papers
and
a
slit
wrist
Bitch
you
not
shit
Fuck
her
then
pass
her
out
to
the
bro
I'm
just
a
loverboy
at
heart
That's
why
I'm
fucking
her
slow
I
like
to
make
love,
Shawties
love
to
think
I'm
a
pimp
I'm
tryna
fall
in
love
again,
My
homies
say
I'm
a
Simp
I
said,
my
love
life
is
just
like
yours
Nonexistent
I
had
to
break
up
with
ex,
Cause
her
dumbass,
Just
wouldn't
listen
Now
I'm
linking
up
with
Kie
And
I
fell
for
her
in
an
instant
Yeah
I
fuck
wit'
our
lil
vibe,
And
I
fuck
with
how
you
consistent
I
almost
folded
cause
my
self
sabotaging
I
had
to
stop
I
shot
my
shot
Just
like
an
AR-15
with
a
bump
stock
I
know
that
shit
cruel
Bitches
playing
me
like
a
fool
I
seen
the
streets
was
gettin'
wicked,
So
I
bought
me
a
tool
Man
I,
had
to
get
the
feel
for
this
shit,
Like
Stevie
Wonder
All
gas,
no
brakes
You
can't
pump
cause
this
a
Hummer
All
electric
when
I'm
sliding
on
niggas,
and
burning
rubber
Spitting
bars
On
this
shit
Like
I'm
Rio
on,
"Dumb
and
Dumber"
I'm
most
wanted
in
my
city,
not
talking
bout
from
the
cops
I
ain't
beefing
with
nobody,
So
how
could
I
have
an
opp?
If
a,
nigga
ever
try
me,
He
legally
getting
popped
I
got
my
permit
for
this
shit
So
like
Fortnite,
You
gettin'
knocked
Nocturnal,
At
night
I
wish
for
greatness,
like
Timmy
Turner
Beat
the
pack
up
like
I'm
Ike
Rest
in
paradise
Tina
Turner
We
can,
hit
another
lick
But
I
gotta
toss
out
the
burner
Never
was
the
type
to
murder
I'm
staying
out
all
the
drama
My
lil
brother
driving
a
Honda
I
had
a
Ford
I
think
he
oughta
cop
another
Since
niggas
on
one
Accord
I
got
this
dog
up
in
my
chest
Walk
around
like
I'm
Mike
Vick
Yeah,
I'm
tryna
get
a
German
He
faster
than
Kyle
Pitts
You
doing
what
you
do
to
get
paid
Rap
what
I'm
paid
to
do
I'm
boyfriend
material
baby
That's
what
I'm
made
of
boo
Rolling
Loud
I'm
selling
my
tickets
Since
I
ain't
make
it
too
I'm
tryna
run
up
ten
thousand
bands
Give
me
a
day
or
two
This
a
newer
era,
The
industry
imma
conquer
Set
it
up,
yeah
I'm
defending
this
shit
Playing
Tachanka
Tryna
get
the
golden
ticket
Like
niggas
in
Willy
Wonka
Off
roadin'
when
I
slide
in
the
Jeep
Man
this
is
a
Tonka
Play
my
CD
Get
the
tables,
so
we
could
just
hit
a
3D
Spent
like
10
years
Rapping
to
make
it
This
shit
ain't
easy
Slid
my
hand
into
the
game
But
my
fingers
was
hella
greasy
Now
the
crackers
fuck
with
me
But
it's
probably
because
I'm
cheesy
So
I
started
understanding
Going
in
with
three
and
four
and
five
guys
That
was
a
cowards
move
But
if
you
can
go
by
yourself
and
do
things
You
can
be
very
successful
in
this
life
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