100 (F.t. Fiend)

[Intro]
If that's what you want man let's go get it, man let's bring it to this nigga man. That's what you want? Fuck it man, let's go make it real for this nigga, come on man. I'm out there dodgin' bullets and all this shit man, you jokin'? Some crap friends man...

And I always keep it 100, and I always keep it 100
Life
And I always kept it 100, and I always kept it one...

[Verse 1: Young Roddy]
Maybe she'll stop buggin' on a nigga if she knows what a nigga done been through
Every track drop bombs on a nigga fool I'm just getting started, I ain't lived through
Another day another dolla my nigga, hoes down only money on my mental
I'm just tryna live good my nigga, tired of seeing cop lights in my rearview
Hard lives on my my nigga, probably why a nigga tinted his windows
I'm a laid back nigga who'll rep Kenner City one time for the N.O
Trying to see how it feel to be rich, real talk cause I already been poor, so
Time to count that cake, time to count that cake, let's count them C-notes
And that street shit was gonna klill me, I'm trying to make some changes
Been broke way too long, still trying to make some change
Fuck being a broke nigga, I'm like mother fuck being famous
I ain't trippin' off of no Jacksons, I'm trying to stack them Franklins
I loaded up my ink pen, then threw away my apron
I mapped out my blue print, been orchestrating my game plan
They can't match my hustle cause most them niggas so basic
I stand tall for something, if it don't make cash it don't make sense

[Hook: Young Roddy]
But I always kept it 100
And I always kept it 100
And I always kept it 100
And I always kept it 100
And I always kept it 100
And I always kept it 100
And I always kept it 100
And I always kept it 1
They said that street shit was gonna kill me
So I'm trying to make some changes
Been broke way too long, still trying to make some change
And I always kept it 100
And I always kept it 100
And I always kept it 100
And I always kept it 1

[Verse 2: Fiend]
And I always keep it one dolla'
And [?], Louisiana tax
Drug deals in the Ramadas, I was up in highschool seeing stacks
Talked about it while being that, wrote about it when rolling up
When Nino Brown was seeing crack, and G-money was smoking up (womp womp)
Pound for pound, I wasn't a boxer
Give her her high notes, wasn't the opera
[?] medical marijuana, we was in them stolen [?]
Eating Pop-Eye's in Church's, speak no lies in my verses
Clear glass in my benz though, 2 miles an hour on purpose
And I never told her I love her just so I could fuck her
Didn't change the fact that a hustler still had to duck her
This track needs some 4 4's, [?] with four doors
A gucci bucket, kush nugget, and a baddie bringin' mo' hoes
If I pulled the pistol I used it
It's CNN if I lose it
My weed habit was so close to coke the way that I abused it
Shout out to [?] my shooter, [?] my jeweller
One thing for sure about Mister Jones and Young Route the Ruler

[Hook]