Keep It 100 - Jim Jones, Zoey Dollaz, Yd

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D Rock, D Rock

Talk bout the live that I’m living, look at the price that was paid

I had to go grind to go get it, nothin' was given to me

I put my bitch in the four, then put some ice in my chain

You had the struggle like I did, you’d probably do it the same

Huh, I know you probably hate me on the low, ain’t that’s because a nigga

gettin' doe

But I could give a fuck about your feelings, am tryna make some millions

And you can’t do shit about it, but you watch me get it

Now girls you keep that shoes on running with

Sits at the table count these money with me

It’s about that bread you know I’m running with

And if is war you know I’m gunning with it

Huh, Jones

Let me talk mine (talk nigga)

If a nigga fuck no second thought it’d be chalk line

Gotta, for my second part, the 4 doors on the Porch now

(Slices) you spoke the row, you did 5, you got short time

Huh, they stash this 4 and 20 man drug dealing date

Take stashed up ammo and an old case on the selling date

(Yow say what it is) Would I need a boss and I hit the club I don’t feel

excitement

Huh, I just pour liquor out, pray to God let all my niggas out

Talk bout the live that I’m living, look at the price that was paid

I had to go grind to go get it, nothin' was given to me

I put my bitch in the four, then put some ice in my chain

You had the struggle like I did, you’d probably do it the same

Huh, I was built for this, I know a lot of niggas that would kill for this

I keep a hot 4 5, then I chill my wrist, and shit on these niggas till they

don’t exist

I see you hatin' on the low doe, starring hard, might a sweat, take a 4 doe

Pull up in a coop, no photo, hang like a yo-yo, them body

These bitches, they boss them like codo

Had a game up quick, fuck the game up quick

Had them bored all year, am nigga like the first Brad Pitt

Talk bout the live that I’m living, if she was yearn like giving

Stacking these doe to the ceiling, and don’t give a fuck about your feeling

Talk bout the live that I’m living, look at the price that was paid

I had to go grind to go get it, nothin' was given to me

I put my bitch in the four, then put some ice in my chain

You had the struggle like I did, you’d probably do it the same

Huh, never had my hand out, for hand out

No, Oh head told me to grind and then do it

Time need a pan out, time couldn’t fix broke, so fuck that

I with the pans out, end of flippin' old cookies then the girls scout

Real shit, you don’t know my life, no, no

Help the stomach in no lights, how you hit this mike

You don’t know this grind, no, no

So I got to shine, and put in work like it’s overtime

Queen B

Talk bout the live that I’m living, look at the price that was paid

I had to go grind to go get it, nothin' was given to me

I put my bitch in the four, then put some ice in my chain

You had the struggle like I did, you’d probably do it the same