100 Summers

I gotta place my rear view when I pull outta the parking spot

'Cause where I'm from all you niggas die in the parking lot

Get ten seconds on the news, they barely talk about us

You gotta watch the way you move, they'll make a target outcha

Oh, the Reaper comin', gotta keep it on me

I told my momma I won't leave her lonely

Too much drama, get these demons off me

You still at war, I got that thing in arm reach

Fuck what happened

That's what my momma told me when they caught me with the ratchet

Rather see me in a cell than see me in a casket

I show love to all my fans 'cause I prevail through all this rapping bull

I got homies that died young and I miss 'em, tell the truth

I feel like I let 'em down and that's word to Lil Snupe

I put diamonds in yo face so when they see me they see you

Know they'd kill me in my hood, but I just keep on comin' through

Still wit' it, the graveyard throwing a party for all the real niggas

They invited me, but shit I got a meal ticket

When everybody want me to get out we gotta deal wit' it

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death

I did something that I had to regret

I say some things I could never forget

The Reaper took my homie's soul, feel like he after me next, hol' up

I just wanna ball hunnid summers

Seen too many of my dogs goin' under

How I made it out alive sometimes I wonder

We been goin' to war since Contra

Grew up 'round them monsters they'll shoot you in your face

Ain't used to showin' no love that's 'cause we grew up in that hate

Live by the sword, die by the sword way

Tried to make it home, they shot him in the hallway

Tears on my face feel like I be cryin' blood

Momma see her son again, we call that blind love

I can't trust these niggas, they'll get you lined up

Tried to rob me, he got smoke for a Rollie, his time's up

You gon' be a killer or a homicide

Make your momma shed a tear before my momma cry

Was young and great, but they still smoked him at the waffle spot

Only God can judge me when when I clutch him and let that chopper rock

Philly shit

I wrote this in blood, this some of my realest shit

They say if he rich as fuck, why he movin' so militant

'Cause in my hood it ain't no love and I know what I'm dealin' wit'

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death

I did something that I had to regret

I say some things I could never forget

The Reaper took my homie's soul, feel like he after me next, hol' up

I just wanna ball hunnid summers

Seen too many of my dogs goin' under

How I made it out alive sometimes I wonder

We been goin' to war since Contra

Oh, yeah yeah