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caleborate - 0 to 100 lyrics

[intro]
hey guys, this is “that-black-nerd-that-raps”, reminding you guys on, uh, june thirtieth, to get #theusual from caleborate. enjoy the song

[verse 1: caleborate]
its been a long d-mn time since you’ve seen something like me
matter of fact you n-ggas blind, walking with your b-tch beside me
hold on
young n-gga-ish, broker than stock n-ggas get
can’t afford a car, so i pedal these rhymes quick as sh-t
whoa, i’m on the block with them hood n-ggas
a college kid kicking knowledge to them [fooled?] n-ggas
watch your paper, watch your paper, know these n-ggas out to get you
but they ain’t strip me, i’m whipping pistols at n-ggas mentals
a pack of menthols, a pack of tickets, thats pack of bread
a pack of n-ggas thats clapping like a poetry slam
now mind your business, i’m secretly counting digits
saving n-ggas on the streets while i’m sneaking albinos in my bed
and i can talk that swag rap [?]
i’d reach more n-ggas than popeyes do with chicken legs
young aristotle on them
with a beer in my hand, and a beanie, use my lighter as a bottle opener
y’all got a lot of openings
you just patch them up with fancy -ss clothes, i use my rhymes cause i’m not as open
you got a lot of openings
you just patch them up with fancy -ss clothes, i use my rhymes cause i’m not as open

[hook]
okay, that real sh-t, real sh-t, real sh-t, cause i go zero to a hundred on that real sh-t
real quick, real quick, i’m on that real sh-t, cause i go zero to a hundred on that real sh-t
real sh-t, real sh-t, n-gga, real sh-t. i go zero to a hundred on that real sh-t
real quick, real quick, on that real sh-t, cause i go zero to a hundred on that real sh-t

[verse 2: caleborate]
hotter than ovens, rock with something, i’m down with it all
rocking with nothing will get you pushed out like you wasn’t involved
every bar secretly. handcrafted ingeniously
i’m picking out and plotting all my moves like a checkers piece
never cease, i am all that. bag of chips and some salsa in it
these n-ggas dropping the bar while i was walking with it
chuuch

[outro]
oh lord, said oh lord, you’ve never seen a cat with skinny jeans going so hard
chuuch…x3

- caleborate lyrics

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