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100 grand! - 40unce lyrics

[intro: 40unce]
yeah, ayy yeah
ayy yeah, ayy

[verse i: 40unce]
i done put my trust in n*ggas that done turned they back on me
i got people owe me money i ain’t ever gonna see
i got n*ggas that won’t ever reach the legal drinkin’ age
n*gga, my granny never got to see her babies cross the stage
this sh*t deeper than rap, i got dreams way bigger than a grammy
i was destined for greatness long before ereemah had me
way back when they was laughin’, i plotted on the come up
me and my laptop versus the world, sundown to sun up
shout*out to tim, you lit that fuse, forever grateful to you
i was back there in my room, with headphones boomin’, tryna make a lil’ move
then mama got me that mic, all of a sudden, i see my name on the screen
that was way back in 2016, and if you think i’m stoppin’ now, scream
exactly, i’m treating the game like a track meet
don’t remember me bein’ an athlete? that’s funny, i don’t remember me askin’
i remember them long nights lookin’ through beats, y’all n*ggas was probably nappin’
down on the east side, if you got bread, you scammin’ or trappin’
throw up that peace sign to all the pain
you think i got this far in life because i stayed the same?
because i listened to some n*ggas in a different lane?
if life is sims, i’m wicked whims, i f*ckin’ changed the game, yea*e*yeah
[hook]
i got bros, i got hoes, i got enemies
i got fake love and everything that’s in between
shawty cold and she know, think she into me
when she say i love you, i say what you really mean
ain’t n0body ever take the time to understand
i had a hunnid cents plottin’ on a hunnid grand
i was in the bathroom mirror manifestin’ bands
i’m just goin’ out to get what i already had

[verse ii: nsm fyre]
lost myself and found a mirror, i’m like, “ma, it’s really me!”
n*ggas simulatin’ through they life, it ain’t no symmetry
keep these funds and then i keep my gun, can’t let ’em murder me
pop a perc’ and then i go to work, they ain’t gotta work with me
if i’m goin’ home without that bag, what i’m gon’ tell my son?
nothin’, pshh, nothin’, ’cause ain’t sh*t else to say
your b*tch goin’ down on me ’cause i’m goin’ up, it ain’t no other way
see me and the bros in the strip club, but all this rain rain, it won’t go away
i said believe none of that sh*t you heard and half of the sh*t you seen
mdma, sh*t i done popped me a bean, if i pop me a bottle, it’s all on me
if a n*gga ever happen to get this sh*t here twisted, i’ma twist his top
yeah, he talkin’ ’bout they want all the smoke, i’ma show y’all how to twist a opp
they can’t tell me how i’m ‘posed to feel
it’s almost been ten years, my sons ain’t meet they granny still
this sh*t here way too real, these n*ggas still recording reels, and that ain’t real life
i need my account filled with a hunnid mil’, what that feel like?
[hook]
i got bros, i got hoes, i got enemies
i got fake love and everything that’s in between
shawty cold and she know, think she into me
when she say i love you, i say what you really mean
ain’t n0body ever take the time to understand
i had a hunnid cents plottin’ on a hunnid grand
i was in the bathroom mirror manifestin’ bands
i’m just goin’ out to get what i already had

- 40unce lyrics

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