Jim Jones - Keep It 100 lyrics

[Intro] Pay attention D Rock, D Rock [Chorus] Talk bout the live that I'm living, look at the price that was paid I had to go grind to go get it, nothin' was given to me I put my b**h in the four, then put some ice in my chain You had the struggle like I did, you'd probably do it the same [Verse 1] Huh, I know you probably hate me on the low, ain't that's because a n***a gettin' doe But I could give a f** about your feelings, am tryna make some millions And you can't do sh** about it, but you watch me get it Now girls you keep that shoes on running with Sits at the table count these money with me It's about that bread you know I'm running with And if is war you know I'm gunning with it Huh, Jones Let me talk mine (talk n***a) If a n***a f** no second thought it'd be chalk line Gotta, for my second part, the 4 doors on the Porch now (Slices) you spoke the row, you did 5, you got short time Huh, they stash this 4 and 20 man drug dealing date Take stashed up ammo and an old case on the selling date (Yow say what it is) Would I need a boss and I hit the club I don't feel excitement Huh, I just pour liquor out, pray to God let all my n***as out [Chorus] Talk bout the live that I'm living, look at the price that was paid I had to go grind to go get it, nothin' was given to me I put my b**h in the four, then put some ice in my chain You had the struggle like I did, you'd probably do it the same [Verse 2] Huh, I was built for this, I know a lot of n***as that would k** for this I keep a hot 4 5, then I chill my wrist, and sh** on these n***as till they don't exist I see you hatin' on the low doe, starring hard, might a sweat, take a 4 doe Pull up in a coop, no photo, hang like a yo-yo, them body These b**hes, they boss them like codo Had a game up quick, f** the game up quick Had them bored all year, am n***a like the first Brad Pitt Talk bout the live that I'm living, if she was yearn like giving Stacking these doe to the ceiling, and don't give a f** about your feeling [Chorus] Talk bout the live that I'm living, look at the price that was paid I had to go grind to go get it, nothin' was given to me I put my b**h in the four, then put some ice in my chain You had the struggle like I did, you'd probably do it the same [Verse 3] Huh, never had my hand out, for hand out No, Oh head told me to grind and then do it Time need a pan out, time couldn't fix broke, so f** that I with the pans out, end of flippin' old cookies then the girls scout Real sh**, you don't know my life, no, no Help the stomach in no lights, how you hit this mike You don't know this grind, no, no So I got to shine, and put in work like it's overtime Queen B [Chorus] Talk bout the live that I'm living, look at the price that was paid I had to go grind to go get it, nothin' was given to me I put my b**h in the four, then put some ice in my chain You had the struggle like I did, you'd probably do it the same