100 Acres ft. J Sexton & Orion Paxx Lyrics

Rugged from the slums, Broward County nigga, dodging arrows

Smokin' so much purp, hittin' it like Donatello, I keep it thorough

War-ready nigga, in this primitive apparel

Speedin' off past the block, ain't no politickin

Deep thoughts, get my shot off, the clock is tickin

My word is Bond god, just ate an edible

Give it a little time to kick in, demolitions

I can stop the bomb from tickin', I can open every door

Every lock I'm pickin', protect your neck nigga

Snappin' on too many chickens, infrared night vision

Bout to catch the lead, breakin' bread with my homies like it's long division

Okay, hella money in my mattress

Okay, I got the fire for your matches

No way that you will find out where the stash is

Right now, I see a hundred where the dash is

Ride around in a McLaren, switchin' out the Bentley

I live a fast life, that car better represent me

Speedin' off, fuck twelve, they won't get my fetty

I won't end up in a celly, they will never get a penny

Every night, triple, double, easy, droppin' twenty

You don't wanna go against me homie, you get killed like Kenny

Now you gonna meet your maker

Dependin' what you did, maybe meetin' Satan

Facin' repercussions, maybe God forsaken

Like killin' off your parent in the force awaken

Runnin' through the hills, Iron Maiden

It's how we deal with trials and frustrations

Or if evolution law, then my soul naked

Maybe real estate in heaven, end evaluation

Still chasin' for them hundred acres, yeah

Are you sorry for your sins? Or just sorry for a hundred acres

Shit Paxx that's deep, I don't know but

Crew got gas we the pit stop

See a hundo on the dash, hundred thousand on the wrist, watch

Clock is tickin', fuck a TikTok

I been shootin' in the gym, so I'm ready for the big shot

Peace God, yo, I gotta serve the customers

I wonder how Elohim feel about the hustlers

I wonder if he mad at me, cause you know I be slangin' things

You know I got the method man, I'm choppin' heads like Anime

Hittin' turbo, swervin' in the convertible

Servin' up a hundred packs of items, non-returnable

I can get a bag or rap fast, so versatile

Get my money right or feel my wrath, unmerciful

I can shock you quick dog, like a shot caller

Never recruited, but I'm a top baller

So high, you couldn't reach my height more than a notch smaller

Rough day, pour me up, some Johnny Walker Blue Label

Bout to pour up, obliterate it Sodom and Gomorrah

I just hope that I ain't pissin' off the man

I wonder where I fit into his plan

Now you're gonna meet your maker

Dependin' what you did, maybe meetin' Satan

Facin' repercussions, maybe God forsaken

Like killin' off your parent in the force awaken

Runnin' through the hills, Iron Maiden

It's how we deal with trials and frustrations

Or if evolution longed and my soul naked

Maybe real estate in heaven, end evaluation

Still chasin' for them hundred acres, yeah

Are you sorry for your sins?

Or just sorry for a hundred acres?

Are you sorry for your sins?

Or just sorry for a hundred acres?