J.Shep - 100 (A Hunned)

I can get a hunned views, but can I get a hunned likes
Can I make a hunned mill this night
Nah, cause money don't make you happy right right
But shii, I bet it buy me a house
Worth a hunned thousand
I bet I can flip it and make it worth five hunned thousand
Ughh, nigga now I'm drowning
All of this fakeness
Nigga I'm a spend a hunned racks on me, all in ya faces
Rather spend a hunned to invest it
Than spend it all on that bape shii
Straight up out the basement, nah
Straight up out that lake bitch
With the crocodile swag
Alligator can't be my replacement
Lil nigga I'm running out of patience
I been pacing, but I realize you is out of placement
So fuck is you placing, yourself in front of me
I'll run you over just to keep it a hunned
I'm honestly blunted, and that's no shmoke
Hit yo pussy ass now all my clothes soaked
Damn, step the fuck back
Get up off my nut sack
I'm back, with bars that milly vanilly skip over yo cap
I'm tic for tack, nigga you should know that
She wanna suck the tip, nigga I can't control that
I could break her back in, but I don't condone that
And if she try to set a nigga up to fight
I'm ready, cause we can run that
I ain't playing, I keep it a hunned
As hunned as it could be
A hunned high like off of some weed,
Or you could say high like some tree
Oohh, them double entendres catch you slipping like mop up, in aisle 7
Shii while we at it
Staring at the ceiling
What is heaven
We already in hell
Cause I swear it's been about 11 minutes
And my soul ain't prevailed, and my eyes been closed
I open them back up, and I see madness I suppose
I see bitches fiending for clothes
Niggas fiending for poles
Ain't that ironic
Cause I see even them bill collectors got themselves on hold
All for some paper
Not scared to meet the devil
But they be fearing to meet the maker, of this society
But let's break it down ya see
You and me, got brown-skin so we get treated differently, including
All of my asians and europeans
Even my mexicans and australians
Even the canadians and of course our ancestry, the pure africans
But if you elitist they treat you like royalty
If you upper middle-class, or just upper class
Cause for the normal person that first class, is like a forever pass
Cause who the hell got money out they ass, pockets, like that
We too busy paying bills
Not realizing we won't ever experience something as little as that
The way it's set up, you could say it's a trap
Damn, with these bars it's a fact I don't slack, on them
Shii I don't lack, nun for them
I keep them straight potent
Whoever try to tell me stop
I bet I keep going
Cause a lot of these niggas will try to stop you
Because they see yo potential growing
And they dumb eyeing you while you slowing
Jealousy turn to envy
Cause they see the way that cash is flowing
Man I'm already knowing
Cause I got a few people that come to mind, that be mind controlling
Just to chase a bag they get to trolling
Got me rolling
Look at what these niggas do, just to amuse
Got these lil kids paying dues
When they don't know they day ones from they twos
Man what to do
Got so many of them seeking for acceptance
That they tarnish the real meaning of a gang
Like what do we gain
I know this mental strain, got me mentally going insane
Cause things will never be the same
We forced to let that go
We just forced with the migraine, of knowing of what we know
That even if we in the house
A bullet can graze against our skull
And they go against the grain
Rather it's our own people or the police shooting some more
Now they using force when we just tryna learn the course
This why I say fuck school, and them sports
Cause the politics behind the shii make you lose yo ambition
When you at the bottom of the stick and you trickling
With pain in yo body, from the hard work that you put in
But it don't matter cause over
Is where they was looking
They always fail to look inside, of the heart of the warrior
And if that's not real enough for you to listen to
Then I'm sorry for boring ya
Shii, we just want our euphoria
The hate, the racism, you feeling towards us
Let's clean it up, and pay gloria
For she can feed her familia
Matter fact, I'm not sorry if I'm boring ya
These are things we need to get off
Tired of being addicted to getting off a nut
Thinking like life is a quick fuck, like fuck
We live in disgust, with our addictions
That's addictive, they run up in our jurisdiction
Proposing a juxtaposition, dictating
And our people come up missing
Gentrifying our blocks
Raiding them with cops
Straight up, the shii need to stop
How you gone send a man that ain't ever been in the ghetto
To the ghetto, to resolve a ghetto altercation
That's ya'll favorite word to use when ya'll look at our application
Another black man dropped is more money for your paid vacation
Let's keep it a hunned
I know ya'll love our faces
When we struck with fear
From a gun being pulled on us
Wondering is there really a God, looking upon us
If so why he ain't stop the bullet before it land on the dust
All bloody, it's the lust, we see buddy, lighted up
And we just flip the channel and go on with the rough
Life we was born into
So this what I ask of you
Can you stand with us too
And keep it hunned on how you view, us on this side of the fence
To be honest now I'm just rambling on
You prolly thinking all my shots just missed
But they all just hit, I'm dismissed, a hunned lil bitch

Written by:
Jacquise Sheppard

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