100 Summers Lyrics
I gotta place my rear view when
I pull outta the parking lot
`Cause where I`m from all youNiggas die in the parking lot
Get ten seconds on the news
They barely talk about us
You gotta watch the way you move
They`ll make a target outchea
Oh, the Reaper comin`, gotta keep it on me
I told my momma I won`t leave her lonely
Too much drama, get these demons off me
You still at war, I got that thing in arm reach
Fuck what happened
That`s what my momma told me
When they caught me with the ratchet
Rather see me in a cell than see me in a casket
I show love to all my fans `cause I
prevail through all this rapping bull
I got homies that died young and
I miss `em, tell the truth
I feel like I let `em down and
That`s word to Lil Snupe
I put diamonds in yo face so
When they see me they see you
Know they`d kill me in my hood
But I just keep on comin` through
Still wit` it, the graveyard throwing
A party for all the real niggas
They invited me
But shit I got a meal ticket
When everybody want me to
Get out we gotta deal wit` it
As I walk through the valley
Of the shadow of death
I did something that I had to regret
I say some things I could never forget
The Reaper took my homie`s soul
Feel like he after me next, hol` up
I just wanna ball hunnid summers
Seen too many of my dogs goin` under
How I made it out alive sometimes I wonder
We been goin` to war since Contra
Grew up `round them monsters
They`ll shoot you in your face
Ain`t used to showin` no love that`s
`Cause we grew up in that hate
Live by the sword, die by the sword way
Tried to make it home
They shot him in the hallway
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Tears on my face feel like I be cryin` blood
Momma see her son again
We call that blind love
I can`t trust these niggas
They`ll get you lined up
Tried to rob me, he got smoke
For a Rollie, his time`s up
You gon` be a killer or a homicide
Make your momma shed a tear
Before my momma cry
Was young and great, but they still
Smoked him at the waffle spot
Only God can judge me when when
I clutch him and let that chopper rock
Philly shit
I wrote this in blood
This some of my realest shit
They say if he rich as fuck
Why he movin` so militant
`Cause in my hood it ain`t no love
And I know what I`m dealin` wit`
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I did something that I had to regret
I say some things I could never forget
The Reaper took my homie`s soul
Feel like he after me next, hol` up
I just wanna ball hunnid summers
Seen too many of my dogs goin` under
How I made it out alive sometimes I wonder
We been goin` to war since Contra
Oh, yeah yeah
