[Intro]
100, 100, ain't worried bout nothin
Put trust in our struggle, we turn into somethin'
No flexin', no frontin', 'cause that ain't 100
No flexin' no frontin'
[Hook]
100, 100, my n***as 100, my n***a 100
Put trust in our struggle, ain't worried bout nothing
We turn into somethin'
No flexin', no frontin', 'cause that ain't 100
No flexin', no frontin', 'cause that ain't 100
[Verse 1]
I'm tired of playin, n***a I'm tired of waiting
I hired my hustle, n***a I fired my patience
I wish you would hustle, don't you get tired of hating?
No I ain't playing, you can get it if you want it
I'ma give it, can you take it?
See I would probably be the property of state if I weren't smoking on Jamaica
I got it on me right now, I turn my whole gang to the navy
A hundred n***as all 100, that's 100, that's a Benjamin Franklin
These n***as be flexin' and frontin, and that ain't 100
G on it
Came aboard and n***as barely dream on it
A real n***a really wanna speak on it
Spatial tag, cocoa dot, beam on em
None of my n***as really need homies
We all 100 but it double when the team on it
All I need is hustle in the struggle, I don't need nothing
No flexin', no frontin', 'cause that ain't 100
[Hook]
100, 100, my n***as 100, my n***a 100
Put trust in our struggle, ain't worried bout nothing
We turn into somethin'
No flexin', no frontin', 'cause that ain't 100
No flexin', no frontin', 'cause that ain't 100
[Hook]
100, 100, my n***as 100, my n***a 100
Put trust in our struggle, ain't worried bout nothing
We turn into somethin'
No flexin', no frontin', 'cause that ain't 100
No flexin', no frontin', 'cause that ain't 100
[Verse 2]
I'm tryna see where I'm eating all day
Actin really hundred plus in my day
You wouldn't know it if you seen it
You a motherf**in' duck and you a fake
You a s**er and you hate
I see the s**er in your face
Prolly runnin' with the jakes
I need 100 sandwich baggies like I'm hungry, but I already ate
I never run and I ain't frontin'
Need a bundle like I already paid (Money!)
Look at any one of my n***as bet he thuggin', thought he ain't?
Big mac, 45, 40 cal, oh my, only one arm or leg
You n***as real as a puppet, you move and you do what you say
You turn up and turn up, another man's life on your Instagram page (That's a shame)
And that ain't 100
You should be ashamed (You a lame)
No flexin', no frontin'
This Taylor, no way!