Broken

Yeah, dig deep

Yeah, uh

Keep it 100, been there, done it

All we do is dig deep, uh

A-100, been there, done it

Uh, uh, uh, yeah

Yeah, ***** the merciful, the beneficent

Curse over blessing, pray it be heaven sent

Forgive me, my dirty deeds was desperate

**** the government, I got my own deficit

Death to me the only thing that's definite

Money rule the world but when you dead, that shit's irrelevant

Fingers numb from coka selling, no vote, but out for presidents

Granny found my ****, I told her I would stop for selling it

***** please -- she knew I was lying before I even spoke it

Uh, empty promises left them all broken

She said ''Jamel, I can tell your perspective out of focus

You too obsessed with the liquor, ******* and weed smoking''

A young ***** that's been thugging since the old days

Promise I've done seen everything but old age

Pray my demons never catch up from my old ways

Keep the heat cause I was going through a cold phase

Uh, yeah

Keep the heat cause I was going through a cold phase

Uh, yeah

Promise I've done seen everything but old age

Uh, been there and done it, man

100, man, uh, uh, uh, yeah

Surviving off cold cuts and cold Spam

Can't see eye to eye with my old man

Hiding my insecurities with this gang flag

We both despise the police but he wore the same badge

And as I child I admired that now I wonder how

He was a pig, but you was barely making 20 thou

I guess that's why you put me on that lick for 20 pounds

A life of crime is all we ever shared from then to now

And I'm a crook and you crooked, that's all we got in common

He chucked the deuce to my mama, so much for family bonding

But how could something so destined to be just get demolished?

Running through groupies and boppers, I guess I got it honest

And honestly I know I'm out here ****ing up

Seven grams of rock, I stuff 'em in my ****

And seven bucks an hour wasn't good enough

Cause seven days a week I'm living in a rush

Seven days a week, I'm living in a rush, uh

Seven grams of rock, I stuff 'em in my ****

Yeah, know what I'm sayin'? Hahahah

A-100, man (A-100)

I been there, done it, man

Facemob and Gibbs

If money was the root to what the evil is

Is it mandatory for me to live?

I hustle harder than the next dude

Remember, everybody is out to get you

*****s don't respect to live and let live

So I pack a .40 caliber cause that's how shit is

Out here, no fear, **** feelings

Trigger man rule, that's the art of drug dealing

I'm trying to stack my money to the ceiling

No new friends, don't wanna talk about old business

Sex on the beach, sipping Guinness

With a ***** so thick she can't take no ****, ahh

Imagine working grave-yard shifts

Bossman steady talking that shit

A million a day is for minimum wage

Work a ***** like a slave 'til he put him in his grave

Fred, I’m on the same page

Seven days a week, I'm living in a rush, uh

Seven grams of rock, I stuff 'em in my ****

Yeah, know what I'm sayin'? Hahahah

A-100, man (A-100)

I been there, done it, man, you know what I'm sayin'?