Royce Da 5'9" - 100 lyrics

[Produced by Don Cannon] [Hook] As I look up to the sky Thought about a 100 things to do before I die Hit all the girls I want and make sure my n***as right And my family live that life As I look up to the sky Thought about a 100 things to do before I die Wonderin' if I could live it all in one life Cause it could all end in one night As I look up to the sky I thought about a 100 things to do before I die [Verse 1: Big Sean] Couple n***as on the hitlist and b**hes on a different type Same sh** different nights, till I live a different life Sean you looking tired, damn homie that's all I've been stressin' so hard I'm surprised I ain't going bald Haters praying I fall, move back in with my moms Take online cla**es and turn back into ya'll, hatin' I guess they want your lights out when you the plug n***as wanna catch you slippin like they pulled the rug From where they move the d**, Buddha love n***as sleepin with that mac and I ain't talkin' bout computer love Owe the wrong people you a price tag Now you pray to God hoping that you got a Christ tag Make it where I'm from, stay who I become Time to raise hell, Satan ain't my son Taking elevators straight up out the slums to a penthouse view And have the fam there too [Hook] [Bridge: James Fauntleroy] If I just stop breathing Even though I got all this muthaf**ing money Won't keep my heart beating Just don't wake me up Don't wake me up You can't catch me dreaming Bout all of this muthaf**ing money Cocaine rush, I'm speeding Cocaine rush [Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"] I'm just a Detroit n***a, nothing extra about me I go extra hard at the first second you doubt me I strive for perfection at the same time I'm accepting the fact that there'll never be nothing perfect about me sh**, I'm just waiting on a win Come up with better hooks The hoes'll take it on the chin We are 6 mile bred That's why you see our sick style yeah Crackhouse flow with a pit downstairs Momma happy at me, Daddy happy at me The baddest chicks' y'all can imagine is chatty yapping at me 5 years ago I was in tears in the back of a paddy wagon Now I'm Cali swagging, my n***a listen, I'm over the fame You number 1, I'm number 23, my mission is take over the game You rollin' with lames, we ain't rolling the same I'm the best out in this muthaf**er If I could get a cheque out of this muthaf**a Big enough to set my kids up for life I could check out of this muthaf**a with no regrets If you ain't living your life for your kids I ain't giving yo a** no respect Sean I love you my n***a, I'm out [Hook] [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] I gotta break your f**ing heart I gotta climb these f**ing charts I gotta do something that's innovative Creative just to create a legacy before d**h do us part I gotta spend one summer in Tijuana with Tia and Tia's momma Breakfast in bed is head with plenty of Carne Asada I gotta find me a wife to elope I got a fine, cause I ain't wanna vote, I promise I know the history of those who died for the rights for me to survive But those who lied to the minority will make em turn inside they grave I can easily pretend like y'all but that's not me I gotta spread the truth even when the truth can hurt the youth Need to know every detail about this Earth The devil controls it So before you scrutinize how I feel Ask God if them polls important The end is near [Hook]