100 Summers

制作人 : Hit Boy

音频工程师 : Alex Estevez/Lou Carrao/Steven Xia

混音师 : Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton

录音工程师 : Anthony Cruz

母带工程师 : Colin Leonard

人声 : Meek Mill

I gotta place my rearview when I pull in the parking spot

'Cause where I'm from all the young *****s die in the parking lot

Get ten seconds on the news, they barely talk about us

You gotta watch the way you move, they'll make a target outcha

Oh, the Reaper comin', gotta keep it on me

I told my momma I won't leave her lonely

Too much drama, get these demons off me

We still at war, I got that thing in arm reach

**** what happened

That's what my momma told me when they caught me with a ratchet

Rather see me in a cell than see me in a casket

I show love to all my fans 'cause I prevail through all this rapping, whoa

I got homies that died young and I miss 'em, tell the truth

I feel like I let 'em down and that's word to Lil Snupe

I put diamonds in yo face so when they see me they see you

Know they'd kill me in my hood, but I just keep on comin' through

Still wit' it, the graveyard throwing a party for all the real *****s

They invited me, but shit I got a meal ticket

When everybody want me to get out we gotta deal wit' it

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death

I did some things that I had to regret

I seen some things I could never forget

The reaper took my homie's soul, feel like he after me next, oh Lord

I just wanna ball a hunnid summers

Seen too many of my dogs goin' under

How I made it out alive, sometimes I wonder

'Cause we been goin' to war since Contra

Grew up 'round them monsters they'll shoot you in your face

Ain't used to showin' no love that's 'cause we grew up in that hate

Live by the sword, die by the sword way

Tried to make it home, they shot him in the hallway

Tears on my face feel like I be cryin' blood

Momma won't see her son again, we call that blind love

I can't trust these *****s, they'll get you lined up

Tried to rob me, he got smoked for a Rollie, his time's up

You gon' be a killer or a homicide

Make your momma shed a tear before my momma cry

Was young and great, but they still smoked him at the waffle spot

Only God can judge me when I clutch and let that chopper rock (Brrr)

Feel this shit

I wrote this in blood, this some of my realest shit

They say if he rich as ****, why he movin' so militant

'Cause in my hood it ain't no love and I know what I'm dealin' wit'

As I walk through the valley of the shadows of death

I did some things that I had to regret

I seen some things I could never forget

The reaper took my homie's soul, feel like he after me next, oh Lord

I just wanna ball a hunnid summers

Seen too many of my dogs goin' under

How I made it out alive, sometimes I wonder

'Cause we been goin' to war since Contra

Oh, yeah yeah