Hundred Thousand

Hundred thousand dollars worth of cocaine

Niggas'll kill you in these fucking streets

Each and every day I duck the feds, man

Trying keep my baby something to eat

Down to my last, 'bout a quarter thing

Ain't no love in these dope streets

Ain't trying to be the man, just trying to maintain

I swear, this game gon' be the death of me

I swear, this game gon' be the death of me

Fuck niggas in these streets wanna suck my blood and rip my flesh from me

Youngsters trying to air me out and leave my body cold

Sell my dope on Sunday, can't do church, have mercy on my soul

Have caine, Carolina park king

And I came fresh on them Forgis, forty thousand in my jeans

Nigga got back to the flip, ain't gon' let no bitch shit on my dreams

Unadjusted to the mob, stayed on my job, ho what you mean

100K might give me four of those

Have my prices show me those

Hit me in the daylight, if it's late night then my store will close

Seen some niggas overdose

Not only dope, but money and power

Dirty dancing with the fucking devil in my darkest hour

What you know about it

Hundred thousand dollars worth of cocaine

Niggas'll kill you in these fucking streets

Each and every day I duck the feds, man

Trying keep my baby something to eat

Down to my last, 'bout a quarter thing

Ain't no love in these dope streets

Ain't trying to be the man, just trying to maintain

I swear, this game gon' be the death of me

Hundred thousand dollars worth of cocaine

Make it stain, slanging things, knee-deep in the dope game

Police in my rearview cause they think I'm serving white

And they probably right

If they hit them lights, you know I'm swerving right

Now I ain't stopping, them bitches gon' have to catch me

And before I let 'em do that, them bitches gon' have to stretch me

Cause it's do or die, life or death, what you rep, right or left

For the folks, five or the six, or is it on the four

These niggas kill in the streets over gang signs

I heard some niggas wanna murk me cause I got them things flying

But I ain't dying, you ain't fucking with no coward

Dirty dancing with the fucking devil in my darkest hour

What you know about it

Hundred thousand dollars worth of cocaine

Niggas'll kill you in these fucking streets

Each and every day I duck the feds, man

Trying keep my baby something to eat

Down to my last, 'bout a quarter thing

Ain't no love in these dope streets

Ain't trying to be the man, just trying to maintain

I swear, this game gon' be the death of me