Fashawn - 100 Bars lyrics

Sermons inspired by the streetlife
Syringes, police lights
S-class and F-type cash
Can get the set hype fast
Maneuvering like we moving Peruvian
It's nothing new to me and my hooligans
Way too many chains
I ought to give one to Vito
Bitches giving brain just cause they
Saw me on Vevo my last name alone
I might get hit with the rico
Bout to cop something exterior Tampico
On the gram like god damn, look at me though
Little nigga with the big ego
Sean, call me papi, a don
Try to stop me, you gone
When them cannons flash
Like paparazzi it's on and never off
Until one of us dead and gone
Your head in Medellin your legs in Lebanon
Traumatized by lies my teacher
Told me in the class of my own
Who knew it would be this be lonely
Think Left Eye on Death row the nina on me
Fash, you rich why you
Still drinking that OE? Shatter proof
And I smoke shatter too
Hit the dispensary a few dabs, that'll do
My attitude rather rude
I climbed the ladder
Now I'm at a different latitude
Foes, I had a few hoes, I had a crew
An avenue now I'm known international
I take you on a journey through these lines
Too trill
Probably need an attorney when I rhyme
New Steel out the alley emerge, keep it mine
Merciless, outline them
That's murder by design
Kevlar under the Carhartt
Criminal contour talk about product
I sold more
They wanna know how much this dope cost
How much the flow cost
Am I in Illuminati and so forth
Rich rapper, clip packer, dick fatter
Rip bladders
All that bitch did was piss after
Ditch her like Wiz did Amber
Or the money did Hammer
She feel like she got her ribs batted
It's a major event
Whenever I'm in the building
Ball like children
Savages out the wilderness
Shields Avenue was more like a Chaffe Zoo
The habbitat will turn you into a cannibal
Time in the cage will turn you in a animal
This ain't the blueprint, it's the manual
And the truth is I dismantle you
Could have fled, got chubby made it my
Mics I'm large this gang is calm
But physically small
I make Lil Wayne look tall
I'm dangerous, dog this Balboa came to brawl
It's about money
Better hear my name involved
Spit acid, you act like you can't dissolve
As much as I gave
I don't know what you take me for
Thank the lord
About to his the bank I'm bored
Exchange the currency I made on tour
Then hit Ruth's Chris for filet mignon
Got money on repeat like my favorite song
More proverbs than a page of psalms
Please, don't make a pimp raise his palm
My deal, I ink that like baby's
You Rihanna niggas keep your navy calm
I got a regime know what I mean
Out of your league ever since The Ecology
Who said I wasn't in the streets
Last time I heard that, I was in the streets
Revved up lit few thousand on the
Twenty deep in public housing when we meet
Yall niggas politicking about property
Eating polly seeds, the last of a dying breed
Air hose on the chopper to
Let the iron breathe
Disappear before I hear the pig siren scream
Money made a young nigga emotionless
I'm more focused now that po legit
I'm holding
Couple of meetings with my attorney
Heathens do not concern me
Left the game I don't need
The jersey I sold it kept one to frame
Nor my hungerpains
Just gluttony for the gang the hustle remain
I'm such a son of a crip
As a younging was lit when the spring fall
Summer I clung to the strip
Work in my pocket blunt on my lips
With a handful of youngins who want get rich
The shit I utter so gutter
I've done it again, pumpin'
In case you was wondering how
My summer was spent
Mumbled my way to London to Dublin to Lens
Huddle up in the Benz hungry for ends
Life in the spotlight on in front of a lens
Uh, I kept it a hundred
Ain't nothing pretend
Sweet chick for the waffles and wings
Opulence every member of the maffia's dream
Preposterous how I migrated to Mass Appeal
And that was ill as Malcolm going to Mekka
The outcome was unexpected
Could you believe that I'm still on tour?
So many casualties and they still want war
Even if I touch a billie
Imma still want more
Your rhymes Honda Accord to a Bentley Azure
Versus mine, certainly
Not ink in your pen, that's mercury
Those rhymes designed for nurseries
I'm in full effect, operating correct
Should have rated it R but I rated it F
All yall in debt for not paying respect
Mister worldwide by way of the west
You rather I pay you a visit
Or you pay me a check some say I'm the best
I say I'm possessed by the spirit of Big
Either one
Big L, Biggie Smalls, Big Bank, Big pun one
Nigga