100’s of Centuries

[Verse 1: Zheep]
Question yourself before you ask bout me, it's like taking your own health if you ever doubt me
That’s suicidal, I’m vital
And straight up out the bible on an arc
Riding over your idols, who’s on a title wave...
Wave, wave, wave
Leave your stain feel my reign and get it washed up
Like I come clean when she give me brain, I’m brain washed up

Hook
As the Days go by turning into weeks
And them weeks into Months, feeling like centuries
Them Days go by turning into weeks, spending weeks into months, tryna stack my centuries
So, "how you want?”
How I want it, everything on 100, keep em coming by the dozen, baby
Days go by turning into weeks
From them weeks into months, I’ll keep it a century

[Verse 2: Zheep]
What am I a fucking exclusive
Welcome, welcome, yeah its like magic
But this ain’t no illusion
Help em, help em, with this confusion
& come to conclusion
Blow your mind with this c4-ness
Cause it ain’t no diffusing a terrorist
How I bring the terror terror, mirror mirror on my wall
Who a realer, iller nigga that you saw?
Try not to get em involved, or mistake this for a brawl
It's a lot of round in me, try not to get em revolved
It's quiet

[Hook]

[Bridge]
How many dimes can I get & flips to make enough 100’s to pay the block’s rent?
Or how many dimes can I get & stick? probably 100’s off of the rhymes that i spit
How many dimes can I get & flips to make enough 100’s to pay the block’s rent?
Or how many dimes can I get & stick? probably 100’s off of the rhymes that i spit

[Hook]