100 to 1

[Verse]
Whole set pop [?], before the coke or cabana
You can't keep it 100, sippin' 99 bananas
You lost it back in '98, HOT 97, we'll never play you through the tristate
I'm in a '96 BM, strapped, swervin' through the I-95
You ain't ready for that time, dawg, fuck you gotta 9-4?
I'm almost in the game, it's gon' hurt bad
'Cause I'm hitting 9 threes in the first half
I'm at the plug, when I was young, he told me
"You a teen, but you lookin' 9 to police, here
Handle it out and let 'em try some son"
Neighbors tellin' "I'll shoot"
"I'm calling 9-1–"
Done
That's when I started, got the gun on my waistline
Robbin' the white and rich, some call it a hate crimе
I tell that bitch, "Here, call your husband on FacеTime"
"What's the number to the safe, honey?"
"9-0-8-9"
Shit, 'cause I couldn't grow up sharing the same plate
So I ain't just eat, nigga, I ate-ate
I rap now, I get thousands just for talkin'
I'm tryna do 8-7 thousand for the walk in
I'm 86-hunnid for the leather, you 85 dollars for the sweater
Get yo shit together
Bronx legend, I think i'm Boy George
Low in the Audi A8, 4 door
8–3, red lights just to show off
82 on the wrist 'cause it go hard
Rollie day-dates, 8–1
I mean't to say 80, sorry dude, these numbers got me confused
[?] 80 for the bullshit, whats 7 to 9 bullets
But to me it's a full clip, shoot 7 to 8 times
Leave a spare for the cool kid, the loud-mouth
'Cause he gon' get it worse, I should've gave it to him first
Grind 7 days, 7 nights, I don't play, I'm
Tryna watch the 76ers game with A.I.,
These hoes be thinking that I'm dumb
They don't want me back when I was living in the slums
They prolly talk about me, "He a bum"
So I hit 'em with the fake numbers, "(757)-437-7271"
Pour some for the memory
Shout-out Juice pops, he was sippin' cups in the '70s
Ma, I just wanna touch, and hit behind, late night terms
I'm just tryna fuck, no 69
"Meet me on apartment 68 on the 6"–
7 minutes thru the steps, thats the shit
"I don't know if the elevator's working, but you know what?
Hit the button twice, 6–6, it should go up" (Yeah)
"We get busy when we inside, but we gotta keep it down
'cause the neighbor is 65, fuck it, let's get lit though
After this, I can drop you off in that 64'"
New rims, 63K for the kit though
Hydraulics, nitro, all boost
Drop-top, no roof
'Cause my man 6'2"
Or 6'1", he look linkey in it
NBA height, he could've been on "60 Minutes"
I'm 5'9" with the Timbs, double-sole the bottom
They tell me I'm 5'8" and a half without 'em
I like my females 5'7", 5'6"
What they own, S-55, they gotta rod stick
I mean't drive stick, and she gotta ride dick
Give you head in the ride, at the same time she drive, drift
I'm tryna hit the top, the peak, nigga
I ain't tryna buy a bottle, I want 5 for each nigga
The number on that [?] is 53
But if you keep coming through, I'll let it go for 52
Haha, I'm dead nice, ain't regular with the tongue
Outta this world, alien, Area 51
5-O lookin' for us we leaving with [?]
Head to San Fran, word to the 49ers
The man it take power
I live like its my last day, you live like you got 48 hours
I feel like I made it, no label
Spanish, full-blown Latin, like channel 47, no cable
Stay sharp on yo flow-on-flow
With a brick
I wrote a couple songs today, I'm going for 6
4–5 like Jordan, I done came back, nigga
4–4, in the back of the Maybach, nigga
I made noise, they don't want it, they don't show up
The 43rd and the 42nd to know us
The 41st fears us
The hood, they patrol, let that 40 go fearless
Where I be at
But they stashed 3 9's in the crack of the side of the building, with 38 stuffed in the stack
In the front of the building, they'll never see us slip, that's a fact
They could be 37 deep, we could put 'em all to sleep
"You see I roll wit' God? Ahh, never mind,"
What I'm tryna say I roll with 3 sixes, devil signs
35 minutes before I aboard the flight
The flight duration 3–4 hours, should I go home tonight?
Neuhh, I'm not doing it, I'll never live
Fuck around and get possessed
They gon' think that I'm a terrorist
Go ahead, go wit' being Jordan, I'm good with being different
I'll take number 33, I'm good with being Pippen
Off versus Magic, like 32
That's why they wanna fuck me from the jump, I kick 'em by 3, 1
I don't wanna see you no more
You lookin' 30, bitch, they don't wanna be you no more
At 29, you was tasty, Now you lookin' fake
Yo whole style 28th street
My mind is black at the moment, I ain't gon' lie, so imma skip
27, 26, 25
At the 24 hour store, nigga, just me
Being Curry, while everyone tryna be 23
Gripped up, that little "Pew pew", That little '22
The type that tryna touch me
They run to 21 Jump Street
You a pussy, and your mother knows
You a dub, 2–0, nigga, double O
I was 19 dealin' 'em, drugs
Over 18, killin' 'em, bruh
They ain't knew what I knew at 17
I found out what I'm good at and I will forever dream
My 16's is fire when I'm finishing up
Boy, looks like your 15 minutes is up
I'm a Fight Club champion, I won for us
Summer '13, I got over that hump, so what?
If it didn't go the way that I one two
I mean't to say "what", but you know what it sums to
Nigga, I'm 1 of 1, ain't make it yet, but I'm still far
Nigga, "It's 10PM, do you know where your skills are?"
I'm rappin' like it's '98
I chew up 7 of your favorite rappers, sendin' 6 to go to practice
While giving high fives to my team, I'm the captain
Plus we just won the last 4, you don't want a war
Still 2nd to none
Nigga, I'm number 1