album cover
100 Years
849
Hip-Hop/Rap
100 Years was released on December 23, 2022 by Streameum Entertainment as a part of the album Soul Controller 3
album cover
Release DateDecember 23, 2022
LabelStreameum Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Lyrics

I just told this bitch no
She shed a hundred tears
All these guns on me, plus the drugs
Is like a hundred years
Bitch ask me why I never leave the block
Im gettin money here
**** Know wed Shoot their shit up quick
So they ain't comin her
I know dog he was a bum
He drink a bunch of beer
**** on keep asking who i killed
Boy you fucking weird
**** always telling on
Them cases bro ion trust ears
**** running up on me tripping
I let all shots you get bust here
No matter where I catch em at
He get bust there
This bitch poison her daddy last meal
He had trust fairs
I knew dog he was a bum
He always cap he got bus fairs
I be lockin up the dope Im always
Crackin its in the tupperware
Pull up with a chopper on blocks
And let the tooly clap
**** send a Killer on me
Just know I wack him with grey Gucci bag
All I wanna do is rock on opps
Where the uzi at?
I let girly hit the weed she let me fuck
This coochie pack
I’m finna go and sell a brick
I got no Gucci hat
When I’m stepping on the dog
I got on Louis slacks
I brought her to the crib
We cut it up, she want a movie snack
I’m playing it right, She said she wanted to fuck
Cause the movie wack, I’m so rehearseful
I was born in this trap shit
Why would I go commercial
I told em how it was and they ain’t listen
Cause it was more than hurtful
I wake up get a bag, do it again
That’s my morning
She just wake up eat my dick
Then hit the crib that’s her morning journey
Might fiend off the white
Not the one by virgil
She addicted to the pill
She want a perc she finna buy a circle
My bitch in my ear talking bout pets
Im finna but a serval
They had me in the rabbit race
Now its a fine turtle
This **** takin bout he ain't rap
Well You a lying gerbil
His ass get tired of shooting, dog
An I ain’t tryna hurt him
Bitch thew away the drugs
Now she in collage and she tryin hurt me
If i see yo ass in school til you a user
I ain't tryin to serve you
You better not ever cross that line
Cause they will try to merc you
It ain’t matter were you at
They get the drop they finna try and burn you
It don’t matter what you think about this paper cause you just gotta earn it
My momma told me to never trust these ****
I just had to learn it
I just told this bitch no
She shed a hundred tears
All these guns on me, plus the drugs
Is like a hundred years
Bitch ask me why I never leave the block
Im gettin money here
**** Know wed Shoot their shit up quick
So they ain't comin her
I know dog he was a bum
He drink a bunch of beer
**** on keep asking who i killed
Boy you fucking weird
**** always telling on
Them cases bro ion trust ears
**** running up on me tripping
I let all shots you get bust here
Written by: Kapone James
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...