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jason grey – hundred bars/no hook lyrics

[verse]
came a long way from fence hoppin’
been poppin’, gem droppin’
if y’all slidin’, i’m ken block
and they lookin’ for me like bin laden
been benz ridin’, my friends vibin’
tell the girls we got a full whip
you gotta try with us, we don’t pull chicks
no shy women, no bull sh-t
whoa…it just gets better and better
the music, the money, etcetera, etcetera
i’m ’bout whatever, whenever
either or both or whichever is faster
cause i put the time and the effort together
and i told my demons to never come back
i really been rhymin’ forever and ever
whoever can have it wherever they’re at
sheesh, somebody check on these dudes
they ain’t sayin’ a thing
he might claim he a king but there’s no need to measure a ruler man
and me? i’m playin’ checkers with dudes
i’m just a beginner, but i know that runners are winners and beggars are losers
so, i need my check when it’s due
summer or winter:
i’m ridin’ out with the boys
been drownin’ out the noise
finally found my voice
feel like i don’t got a choice
yeah i’ll admit it i’m a busy dude
but it ain’t a movement if it isn’t movin’
i was getting through it
now i’m gettin’ to it
you won’t get out if we get into it
whoa…oh, he he say his buddy’s a shooter?
y’all, i know the truth and it’s nothin’ but rumors
they only run their computers
they only jump in an uber
we makin’ maneuvers
i move with creators, i’m not a consumer
cause yeezy was right man the money’s medusa
i swear i’d be good with my homies, my girl and my dog and a couple producers
when i was a junior i knew that this rappin’ was for me
i want a b when i’m forty
i really ain’t out for the glory
i’m sorry, my story, it isn’t a story
i don’t mess around with these guys
no extra time for these guys
i’m never mindin’ these guys
i’m deaf and blind to these guys
yeah, but i want you back in my ride girl
want you back at my side girl
tried to keep it inside girl
but you left it messed with my pride girl
and i know i know it’s a wide world
a big ocean, lot of fish
but way too many of ‘em fake as sh-t
so i throw a penny in and make a wish
lot of women want to make me drown
treat me like a pound—want to break me down
they might make me bleed but i won’t make a sound
they might trip me up but they won’t take me down
look, i spit a verse with my hand on the bible
i go to sleep with my hand on the rifle
i got the keys like a piano recital
tell ’em to keep it, your man want the t-tle
…i don’t need a label
they’re looking at me like i won’t leave the table
it’s funny to me
don’t do it for fun it’s the money to me
nothing is free
they throwing shade it’s still sunny to me
the benz on the buckmann a hundred and three
life is everything i want it to be
you only showing what you want ‘em to see
…but you cannot hide
heard you got plans, but please understand, they remember who did it—don’t matter who tried
put me on the stand, i’ve never lied
if i make a promise i gotta provide
walk what i talk and run up the bands
the ball in your hands you gotta decide
what you want and how hard you work
who you are and how much you’re worth
you gon’ touch a million ‘fore you touch a he-rs-?
you gon’ put your hustle or your comfort first?
i know you a bird
fly with the flock, move with the herd
and die on the block
leave you scarred and your vision blurred
wanna be the man you gotta keep your word
i pull up with a blank face
i’ve been rolling heavy like a tank race
leveled up again, yeah, my rank changed
on the paper trail but i don’t bank chase
i’m too good for my own good
quarter million in a notebook
marshy hit me with the no-look
that’s a hundred bars, no hook

- jason grey lyrics

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