100 degrees freestyle Lyrics

Tatt my lyrics on my chest you gon know it's from the heart

I don't spare rod knowing imma pull up with a bat

They say talk is cheap but I rap expensive facts

They say rap is dead I just hope that I'm alive

If it wasn't for the trap some mandem wouldn't be alive

Danny wanna play ball he likes playing at yard

I'm a Christian, my bredrines praying to allah

She look so peng but penger when she hustling

Get rich out the system don't care about economy

You can't lie to a liar, seems like you I making fun of me

I don't need maths class to count the blessings and the papers

Geography won't give me ps to buy yakers

I'll get me enough ps to buy me a clout

If he talks to much, make a mess in his mouth

The bando very close mumzi need me in the house

But I'm smelling like the zoot Seems like I need a bath

I'm crushing on my teacher I be hoping on to smash

And I'm holding something the dealer needs when I'm in the class

I never got bored with my niqqas in the trap

Hot verses my lines are on one hundred degrees

Money on mind willing to make enough

The burden on my mind teaches more than a note

Shoulda thought my teacher something they didn't know

Fair enough to call her dog how she sucking on the bone

Used to play right back score and defend the post

I call him my bro bro but no The same blood group

She winking at me but I'm not in the mood

if I back out my fist, know I'm done with the chat

I don't need to hold my breath just so I'm gonna cap

It's a serious business if you talking bout the bag

Take a step in my shoes don't care if you run them back

No verbal abuse I'm the realest with my lines

I'm screaming f**k this world she don't pleasure me like my girl

She don't suck me to the bone, make a niqqa change his tone

She put me in the mood without taking off her cloth

Don't care that you get touched, don't care if you got rushed

She Screaming she hates me, I'm pissed when I hear it

You know I'm a sniper,  I don't miss when I near it

my next man On his phone he really making ms, tryna pattern some visa his tired of the ends

So please don't judge me

He got shanked in the belly  like we on some surgery

Don't judge me and my bro

She really called ghetto, cuh she listen to my song

I got robbed now I'm wishing I really had a gun

Trust me slipped once, ain't sleeping anymore

Say I really got scars looking like a tattoo

She a real busy body chat 1 she she chat 2

They ain't playing hide and seek, don't let them catch you

He really smokes too much cancer his gang sign

I Hope there's a shank in every  the bag that I chase

If you wanna take mine keep it yucky on the place

I don't beef with punchlines imma slap your face

Imma leave you ugly

My niqqa really likes Kentucky after smoking bud

I drop a freestyle then pay for a promo

I love all my bros still but in still homophonic

They jumped out a bike just to get a man gone

He don't need a face mask to get the job done

Names after a saint but I'm not acting holy

Long live to all my bros cuh they really like the kpoli

We ain't from same home but I call him my home

They don't wanna see a Benz with a young gee on the wheel

They know what I've done, was curios if will

Don't mess with my bro, for my blood I'm gone kill

Vibing to my own song, the fact  what they feel

I'm gone window shop for you, see the way I steal the show

Radios wanna give me airplay they feeling all my flows

I got into the uni, already made me a milli

Its best know a  pagon  and who's your killy

My niqqa got drip, his limping like the sick

Talk more you a baller, you ain't playing for the six

If mommy knew I dropped colly, hope she ain't gonna curse

He's asking for a favor, say he gon do the same

But you con man all day, why you chating like a lame

I'm a boot all day is more than wanting the fame

I came from nothing, now I'm building somethings

Mrb living, you can't step it in my shoes

I know like a hundreds but I'm trusting the fews

Say the sky is my limit, I might get me a flew

They know they know

Soon it's gonna be knew

From birth to death I love all bros

From womb to the tomb I'll ride for my goons

I'm married to hustle, expensive groom

Making in tunes inna whiles ain't dropoed any song's

I beg you small up yourselves cuh the Billy finna come

If you wanna study me, you gon need more than a shelf

Don't be a jokeman, more time behave yourself

United to the vain, my blood soaked red

Kmt