100 Degrees - Octavian, Sam wise

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

Here with my Gs (brrr), Ps (jheeze)

Fiends (yeah), peaking (hundred)

Degrees (dead that), please (get back)

No (brrr) police (fuck feds)

No pillow talk here, I tap that and I leave

I’ve gotta be free (brrr, brrr)

You begging it, why?

You can’t stand with the team

A hundred degrees (are you fucking dumb? I swear to god)

Yo, remember the days me and Walid

Were still on the rise looking bummy

Realised broke ain’t being alive

So fuck it, dedicate my life to the money

Resurrect but I ain’t being no zombie

To make it out probably, fuck that

They use to cuss me, now they’re all on me

Fuck it, I’m doing it properly, I love that

Like I was some moot, they look at my boogs

Like «look at your crep»

Now they see I’m up next

They backtrack their-

(Brrr, brrr, brrr)

Let a nigga intercept

You man are all shegs

Bill a zeg, I’m blessed

Here with my Gs (brrr), Ps (jheeze)

Fiends (yeah), peaking (hundred)

Degrees (dead that), please (get back)

No (brrr) police (fuck feds)

No pillow talk here, I tap that and I leave

I’ve gotta be free (brrr, brrr)

You begging it, why?

You can’t stand with the team

A hundred degrees (are you fucking dumb? I swear to god)

I’m not a mug (I'm not a, uh)

Gang, that’s my blood (gangs that’s my, ayy)

Hundred degrees (hundred de-brrr)

Step in the club

Oh, wait, oh, look, that’s Wise

Fucking it up

I am truly honoured, honestly, I’m proud

Look how far that we’ve come (look how much that we’ve done)

Feeling like the don dada

They be fake to my face and feel dumb

And I can’t let no one hurt my mum

Just to think what you’d do for some funds

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

I put hours on the clock and done miles on the map

That’s up and down, no fuss

Here with my Gs (brrr), Ps (jheeze)

Fiends (yeah), peaking (hundred)

Degrees (dead that), please (get back)

No (brrr) police (fuck feds)

No pillow talk here, I tap that and I leave

I’ve gotta be free (brrr, brrr)

You begging it, why?

You can’t stand with the team

A hundred degrees (are you fucking dumb? I swear to god)