100 Degrees (feat. Sam Wise)

What you say? You could never say it to my face Diss me, you'll get swayed, no delay Take my place? You ain't got what it takes Yo Here with my Gs (brrr), Ps (jheeze) Fiends (yeah), peaking (hundred) Degrees (dead that), please (get back) No (brrr) police (fuck feds) No pillow talk here, I tap that and I leave I've gotta be free (brrr, brrr) You begging it, why? You can't stand with the team A hundred degrees (are you fucking dumb? I swear to god) Yo, remember the days me and Walid Were still on the rise looking bummy Realised broke ain't being alive So fuck it, dedicate my life to the money Resurrect but I ain't being no zombie To make it out probably, fuck that They use to cuss me, now they're all on me Fuck it, I'm doing it properly, I love that Like I was some mook, they look at my boogs Like look at your creep Now they see I'm up next They backtrack their- (Brrr, brrr, brrr) Let a nigga intercept You man are all shegs Bill a zeg, I'm blessed Here with my Gs (brrr), Ps (jheeze) Fiends (yeah), peaking (hundred) Degrees (dead that), please (get back) No (brrr) police (fuck feds) No pillow talk here, I tap that and I leave I've gotta be free (brrr, brrr) You begging it, why? You can't stand with the team A hundred degrees (are you fucking dumb? I swear to god) I'm not a mug (I'm not a, uh) Gang, that's my blood (gangs that's my, ayy) Hundred degrees (hundred de-brrr) Step in the club Oh, wait, oh, look, that's Wise Fucking it up I am truly honoured, honestly, I'm proud Look how far that we've come (look how much that we've done) Feeling like the don dada They be fake to my face and feel dumb And I can't let no one hurt my mum Just to think what you'd do for some funds When shit hits the fan, you Forrest Gump (you run) Just to go off and snake all the guys Man, I thought it was bless, man, I thought it was love I put hours on the clock and done miles on the map That's up and down, no fuss Here with my Gs (brrr), Ps (jheeze) Fiends (yeah), peaking (hundred) Degrees (dead that), please (get back) No (brrr) police (fuck feds) No pillow talk here, I tap that and I leave I've gotta be free (brrr, brrr) You begging it, why? You can't stand with the team A hundred degrees (are you fucking dumb? I swear to god)