Lyrics

[Verse 1]
What you say?
You could never say it to my face
Diss me, you'll get swayed, no delay
Take my place? You ain't got what it takes
Yo
[Verse 2]
Here with my Gs, Ps, fiends (Yeah) peakin'
(100) degrees (Dead that), please (Get back), no police (Fuck feds)
No pillow talk here, I tap that and I leave, I gotta be free
You beggin' it, why? You can't stand with the team, a 100 degrees
(Are you fuckin' dumb? I swear to God)
[Verse 3]
Yo, 'member the days me and Walid were still on the rise?
Lookin' bummy, realized broke ain't bein' alive
So fuck it, dedicate my life to the money (To the money, yeah, yeah)
Resurrect, but I ain't bein' no zombie
To make it out, I'll probably fuck that (Never that, yeah)
They used to cuss me, now they're all on me
Fuck it, I'm doin' it properly, I love that
Like I was some mook, they look at my boogs
They look at your crep (Look at my crep, they look at my)
Now they see I'm up next, they backtrack their
Let a **** intercept (Yeah, yeah)
You man are all shegs, bill a zeg, I'm blessed
[Verse 4]
Here with my Gs, Ps, fiends (Yeah) peakin'
(100) degrees (Dead that), please (Get back), no police (Fuck feds)
No pillow talk here, I tap that and I leave, I gotta be free
You beggin' it, why? You can't stand with the team, a 100 degrees
[Verse 5]
I'm not a mug (I'm not a, uh)
Gang, that's my blood (Gang, that's my, ay)
100 degrees (100 degrees)
Step in the club (Step in the)
Oh, wait, oh, look, that's Wise
Fuckin' it up (He's fuckin' it up)
I am truly honored, honestly, I'm proud
Look how far that we've come (Look how much that we've done)
Feelin' like the don dada (Dada)
[Verse 6]
If you're fake to my face, then feel dumb (Stupid)
And I can't let no one hurt my mum (No)
Just to think what you'd do for some funds (Some fans)
When shit hits the fan, you Forrest Gump (You run)
Just to go off and snake all the guys
Man, I thought it was bless, man, I thought it was love
Put hours on the clock, and done miles on the map
That's up and down, no fuss
[Verse 7]
Here with my Gs, Ps, fiends (Yeah) peakin'
(100) degrees (Dead that), please (Get back), no police (Fuck feds)
No pillow talk here, I tap that and I leave, I gotta be free
You beggin' it, why? You can't stand with the team, a 100 degrees
(Are you fuckin' dumb? I swear to God)
Written by: Floriano Compagnoni "O12", Octavian Oliver Godji "Octavian"
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