100 More Jewelz - Termanology

Don’t get me vexed, like my ex through the text

Sending lectures and threats

Gas due and the electric is next

Listen to REKS, getting bent, sitting on steps

Dealing with this writers block, alcoholism and stress

Make me want to stab somebody to death

Grab the money and flex

I’ve been dying for a different address

I’ve been crying when I sip I’m a mess

I’d be lying if I said I never get jealous, it mess with my head

Make me want to grab the weapons, have you rest with the dead

Bought a new Flint, Guess I’m gonna test em instead

Life is like a box of chocolates, you fill you body with toxins

And amoxicillin and penicillin to cure your illness

But in realness, these medical companies will get you monthly

Prescribing me pills that make me ill, just to comfort me

Disintegrating your stomach lining

With no acknowledgement

Quick to take all your dollars

But never tell you the side effects

Lot of us, we like lotto picks

Richest country in the world

But let little kids die over crooked insurance policies

Shorty it’s idiotic, believing in this demonic

System created by our forefathers, like George Washington

Murderers, we put they face on a dollar bill

Ain’t shit changed, we murder for a dollar still

I had a friend he lost his life over a thousand pills

Detectives searching his wallet

Inside they said they found his will

Ready to die, Talk to God, let him reply

Let him see the wisdom and the honesty in your eye

Let him free the prisoners incarcerated for lies

That’s the way to rise, push the plan Satan devised

I’ve been plagiarized, record labels bathing in lies

They feeding off our creativity and way that we rhyme

Executive decisions and propositions by politicians

And other rich men on how many children they going to fix

Make me sick, but it’s more money to get

Hit the slot machine and it said 666

Critical news, alter my political views

It’s pitiful the way they ridicule, the minute you lose

Just like these trife ladies that swallow babies, in a Mercedes

And fuck raw, with any shady guy who got the rabies

I know where the save it, but just the way they interpretate it

Is turn up, you only live once, why waste it?

You could trace it back to their parents or simply debate it

But no matter how you take it

You made that bed that you laying in

Not to say that betrayal, something I anticipated

But I guess I can identify where it originated

We twenty deep in a trap, only one makes it out

That’s nineteen left, standing there with they hands out

That’s mathematics when jealousy the mechanics

So your friends will vanish, instead of standing there like a man

They just dip, jump ship

Funny how the grass is greener

But nothing they did was helping feed

Reminisce of Aaliyah (right)

So why sweat it, there’s no loyalty in business

Just a bunch of different hypocritical ignorant figures

I try to be analytical, and figure out they wishes

But every chick is a princess and friends will switch in an instant

Depending on the division of dollars you can distribute

And what position you could put your friends in

That will benefit them

By switching up, I could give a fuck, I’m getting bucks, listen up

You really rich, then hook your clique up with some

You phony rappers manipulating the fans

As if you blazing hammers and weighing grams

And slanging cane is bananas

The truth is your lies are ludicrous, someone Google this

I’m about to pull this card out the deck directly and ruin them

Makaveli on the celly, he telling me he doing it

Cuba weather feeling better than American, screw with us

Better to live your life on feet than try to bow down

Get shot up in downtown, them bullets surround sound

Too many enemies, never know who coming for ya

They been warning ya dun, them bullets going spill out your blood

I’m thinking differently, been through a lot of misery

Fill up the whole vicinity with lyrical calligraphy

History shows, if you want to instantly glow

All you gotta do is sell your decency and your soul

Me I’m on a different road, just strolling through life’s tolls

Trying to figure out the meaning of life 'fore I go

All of this jewelry, clothes, money, cash, hoes

What is it really for?

How much we really owe?

The video budgets the funniest of ugly tricks

They make you look rich, throw you back in the hood with shit

Them Ramen noodles is bomb when you starving truthfully

I’m with an army of thugs that will bug out and will shoot for me

I write about my real life, y’all write fantasy raps

You ever see the fire fly out a cannon and splash?

Somebody shit and they call the pigs and you gotta dash

Pray they don’t find the guns that we hid in my mother’s grass

Somehow my enemies just never disappear it get’s crystal clear

When I look in the mirror and see why they would fear us

You know they fear what they don’t understand

Fearless but a humble man

Got my mind set on Europe and Japan

The type of money I made overseas from rapping

Is more than you made from trapping

So really who the hustler man?

I’m sitting laughing at you dudes that judging bugging

Talking 'bout we underground so we don’t see no real money

But what’s funny is

I been to more countries than you could spell for me

And I ain’t had no Birdman, Russell or Puffy helping me

My fans see me in the street, don’t know what to expect from me

Is he in a Ferrari or is he taking the bus with me

Luckily I’ve been on the winning side of a lot of blessings

And aside from the stressing, I gotta say it’s impressive

But even though I’m on that TV that you stare into

Ain’t shit changed, the guns or yay' still available