The Game ft. Drake – 100 Lyrics

(Intro – Game)
Johnny Juliano
Cardo got wings
Real ni**a s**t
Other night at your crib
It was like me, Black, 40, OB
We just sitting there talking bout life
Play some beats, but I forgot to tell you one thing

(Verse 1 – Game)
Ni**as called me to set you up
Want me to come and wet you up
Cause you were out of town
Ni**a like Biggie heard about the s**t with Diddy
So I came through to vest you up
And I got a vest for 40, a vest for Hush
A vest for every ni**a with an owl on his chest and what
I got LA unified, you’re better off committing suicide
Teachers ain’t testing us
See I know how it feel to be platinum plus
Ni**as is jealous of you so they try to wrap you up
Tat you up, but it’s OVO blood money
Ni**a catch these bullets like he catching the bus
Dark fame is a mothaf**ka
Do a ni**a four favors, when you can’t do the fifth
How soon they forget?
Run up on you at your granny’s house
Leave you lying like Fif
How a ni**a supposed to love you ni**as?
Heart beating fast when I dap and when I hug you ni**as
Drake told me not to trust you ni**as
Your energy off, you’re finicky, I rush you ni**as
Just walk around the crib like
Why a ni**a can’t live? Get this money, f**k these bi**hes though
Thinking bout the beef like
We can pass these motherf**king straps like a physical
This my city, ni**a everybody know it
Riding round town, just me and my four pounds
Tucked in my Tom Fords, hope I ain’t gotta show it
LA ni**as be the craziest, these ni**as do some shady sh*t
Ni**as’ll run up on your car, catch you off guard
Like the Lil Wayne and Baby sh*t
40 I’m f**ked up

(Chorus – Drake)
Y’all better not come to my studio wit that fake sh*t
Y’all better not come to my funeral wit that fake sh*t
Y’all better off realizing there’s nothing that y’all could do wit me
All I ever ask is keep it 8 more than 92 with me, 100, yeah, 100
All I ever ask is 100, yeah, 100
All I ever ask is 100

(Verse 2 – Drake)
Thank me later, thanks for nothing
Thanks for bluffing
Thank you so, so much for wearing your true colors to every single f**king function
Had ni**as tell me to my face how we were family
And how they love me while they was skimming off the budget
Now, when I see em, they the ones that’s actin’ funny
People been reaching out to me
And I’m on some straight unresponsive s**t
I would have so many friends
If I didn’t have money, respect and accomplishments
I would have so many friends
If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments
I would have all of your fans if I didn’t go pop
And I stayed on some conscious s**t
I would have so many more friends
If I lost my success and my confidence
I’m in the club every time that they play the competition
If they even play the competition and I seen the response they get
Nobody’s even hearing it on top of the pyramid
Might go to Jamaica, disappear again
My circle got so small that it’s a period, saying to myself

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3 – Game)
Miss 4 Cent, that was my real ni**a
Held a ni**a down since he was a lil ni**a
If he was still alive, he would kill ni**as
He was Lil Snupe, I was Meek Mill, ni**a
Know how it feel when you’re missing your ni**a though
Can’t think so you roll up that indigo
Stressing while driving down Figueroa
Blowing kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost
Make a real ni**a wanna give his life to God like, here it go
Screaming Frog’s name at the clouds, they don’t hear me though
Guess they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though
You ni**as don’t feel me though
That was on Suge’s watch, I’ll take Suge’s watch
You dissing Drizzy, that’s cool but don’t come to my city though
Not even to H-Town
So underground that I gotta be a trill ni**a
Strapped up from the waist down
That’s word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real ni**a
Sh*t was so simple when Henchman was out
He had a young ni**a right there with me
So happy when Bleu Davinci got out
We came up on these California streets
LA ni**as be the craziest, these ni**as do some shady sh*t
Ni**as I’ll run up on your car, catch you off guard
Like the Lil Wayne and Baby s**t
Got a ni**a confused, but why a ni**a gotta choose?
Don’t even matter dawg cause I’ma always be a real ni**a
Always be a real ni**a
I never learned how to be nothing but a real ni**a

(Repeat Chorus)

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