100 GIGS Captions

My right hand, he's Muslim, I'll die for him

I get knocked down, they help me rise again

Blood money, that's how I got this, blood money, that's how I got this

We can vacation wherever we want 'cause I don't care where none of my opps is

A hundred and forty-three Rolexes in my collection

The way that I'm used to playin' the politics, swear I could win the election

You is overprotective with hoes, I'm already over the next one

They tryna send a message, well, leave that shit down at reception

Heard you miss your dogs, now it's long live who?

How you get lit off the one you hatin' on?

None of you pussies is blockin' my blessings here

All these years throwin' success in your face All of these baddies obsessed with my face

All the shit they don't address in my face I can't be showin' no stress in my face

My therapist put in a thirty-day notice 'Cause I keep on talkin' 'bout beefin' and business and money and women, there's no diagnosis

They emptied the clip quick Swapped that shit out and I came back reloaded

I'm just so happy that people who envied and held that shit in got to finally show it

I'm over the moon, yeah, we'll see you boys soon

I'm spreadin' my wings, I hop out, cocoon

Thirty days, I have been sober, now I'm back drinking again

Friends that I treated like family, they were just hanging around

Please write my mother and tell her, tell her the shape that I'm in

Since we blew up and got green I gotta leave some of y'all on read

Four gunshot, mi nuh dead

Please write my father and tell him I found some fortune and fame

They're gonna try and behead me and speak on the family name

How many summers did I run? Like ten

I have a watch face just like dem But me nah watch face like dem

Gotta lay down when you make bed Gotta let some tears just shed

Dignity over a nut

Plug you in, now you lit, I pulled the plug, now you stuck

How many doors did they shut? How many feathers they pluck?

Rap game like my sleepin' pattern 'cause how the fuck I'm still up?

They don't speak my language

How many quotes I wrote? How much gold I struck?

How many funeral dates they plan for me and I dodged it like the truck?

Wanna turn you to a housewife and you never had to clean a dish, baby

I can't get no eight hours of sleep Not when you here layin' next to me

Housekeeping must know that we some freaks

When you go away, I hate the distance Bookin' flights like I was your assistant

I could never treat you like no mistress But if I fuck you like you are, then what's the difference?

East Coast girls poppin' ass and poppin' pills West Coast girls do the same, but in the hills