[Part One - Reality]
[Intro - JC]
(Nick E on the track!)
Nick E!
Aye, aye, aye
Stephen Curry with the shot, boy
Whoo! Jay Guap
This my nigga up in this shit. Killer shit
[Verse One - JC]
I'mma be the next nigga out alive
They actin' bicken crazy but got 25
And you niggas think so unexpected
Like you ain't know I'm the next nigga to wreck it
Crash method, headed in the sun
Fucking with my clique, you might have to run
You might wanna hide but trust, I'll find you
At every moment, protect cause I'm right behind you
And you ain't shit, nigga, you is nothing now
Tried to be Ice Cube, look who's busting now
Everyone except you, people just accept you
Now I'm out, then they all disrespect you
You fucked...with the wrong nigga, bitch
Niggas talking shit, but can't hear this one, bitch
I'mma aim a pistol like a rocket
Run into your house and close the door, you better lock it, bitch
[Bridge - JC]
I gotta change up my flows with this one. Switch the shit up, nigga!
[Beat Switch]
[Part Two - 0 to 100]
[Intro - JC]
They fucked with the wrong nigga
JC!
[Verse Two - JC]
Off this, writing this script till it's topless
All my bitches eat my cockpit with some chopsticks
Drop it, nigga, I got it
Ask her what she got, eggs, bacon, grits, sausage!
Fuck you if you don't understand
Underground niggas get buried in the sand
Swimming with the fishes, have a nice dive
All these cars, and I can't drive, fuck!
It's useless even speaking to you
Cause I'm peaking through too, ain't no leakin', too true
And I'm going off the bed
My lyrics like a dagger, slice a nigga in the head
And I swear I'm Stephen Curry with the shot, boy
I ain't talking basketball I'm talking Glocks, boy
You broke ass niggas spending guap, boy
Yeah, that means another nigga blocked, boy
House party, nigga, everybody is invited
Fuck your friends, my list get the chicks excited
Lighting up your life, bitch, can I help ignite it
Platinum, my niggas just decided
Whoo, very important that you read this shit
I'm just taking hits, don't make me pull a fifth
I swear I'm more than you'll ever be
This is me naturally like an evergreen
This shit lay up your mother in the bedroom
I hit that mummy like a dead tomb, nigga
On top of this, rockin' niggas, stoppin' shit
My second house so big, I got two offices
My Rari vroom, and I ain't drive shit yet
Gave it to my cuz but he ain't drive stick yet
Hot one, killer niggas, real shit
0 to 100, nigga, how fast? Real quick
[Outro - JC]
Whole squad on that real shit
Whole squad on that real shit
Reality/0 To 100 was written by Almighty U-Sorcerer.