100 - Trizz, Roc$tedy

You said that you keep it a C note, but it’s clear that you see through

Down to fit once them lighters hit, I almost believed you

But real or fake, you my equal

The price you paid, but we the same, we just equal

With the razorblades in the needle, just cut to the chase

Gotta feel the pain to be peaceful, fill that tank with the diesel

Young rebel ride, hella high, devil’s pie, yeah nigga got a sweet tooth

Papercuts when they play with fire, say I’m nuts need insane asylum,

pissy drunk off of Jaegermeister, load it up, throw it, aim and fire

Came off drugs it’s the amplifier, claiming you with the shits

We pull up like a baby diaper, take 'em down with that tranquilizer

Out of the lion’s den to go cage a tiger, can’t tame the beast in these tainted

streets, only known for survival

Kill or be killed, which one you choose?

Kill or be killed, which one you

choose?

Wild and I don’t wanna lose, but not everybody can win, just wanna know

when, send me some clues, only hear when he singing the blues, for now I be

switching the flus, said now I be switching the views

Ay, yeah, I’m Gordon with the C bag, knee deep where the creeps at,

where the fiends at, where the G’s at, niggas all in my beeswax

Fuck niggas I mean that, no handouts you can keep that

We don' seen that, we don’t need that, my cheese stacked please believe that

Demons go where the weak at, you can find rats where the cheese at

I don’t slip where I sleep at, it’s real dark where I creep at

God willing we gon' be back, top billing we gon' relax, he gon' stop smoking

and relapse, so stressed I don’t relax

Call me out with yo' feedback, when the cameras on turn the scene black,

we the Terror Squad better Lean Back, only scared of God and I ain’t seen that

I’m on and I’m tryna go get it today, on and I want it if it’s in my way

I’mma grind till I get it I’m finding me a way, I could die here today I mean

right here today

Write about it, then I die about it, if it’s mine patna no lie about it

We all die when it’s time patna on my poppa on my momma

I’m claiming this shit who gon' take it away?

Niggas don' practically gave it

away, it’s easy I’m breezy I paid it away, they hating they seeing me making

okay, nigga