SSB (100MPH) lyrics

[Intro]
​​preHISTORIC, metaphoric
Got a problem with the law then we floor it
OG sh*t, suck a di*k, b*tch

[Verse]
I do it for the n*ggas in the box
And my mama's dead pops
And the gun totin' n*ggas with the locks
And the hoes on the block
Don't forget the hard knocks
They the reason why a n*gga real smart
I remember Tyrone, lil' hatin' ass n*gga
But I bet the n*gga real blown
'Cause he broke as sh*t, ain't got a job, ain't got a b*tch
And his little sister do porn
Don't forget Trey with the pills
Little backstabbin' n*gga, don't give me liquor
I'ma fix the issue, I'ma get the missile
I ain't gonna miss you, family gonna miss you
sh*t'll get physical just to clear up my mental
Look we can't enable crazy
Don't blame me n*gga, blame the God that made me
Don't do that if it bite the hands that feed me
So back up unless you want to box with Satan
So, right now, my n*ggas trap for college
My n*ggas kill, but we all are scholars
We been broke but we all are ballers
And no bro it's not about what's in your wallet
I forget sh*t sorta like whatchamacallit
And f*ck you, n*gga, and your medal of armor
Better watch your back, pay up to karma
So f*ck y'all n*ggas, I'm atomic bombin'
I got a big ego, plus a D ho sip Z.O backwards
And think, bro, about my destiny and if a ninja real [?]
But f*ck that sh*t, I'm as real as it gets though
Fire in my heart, I don't need a bic though
I'm mean Joe Green, but without the kick folk
I hopped out the womb like "What is my di*k for?"
We're all God's sons
Y'all n*ggas better smoke some b*tch
If not you can suck a di*k
n*ggas better know what it is
Zi from the motherf*ckin' preHISTORIC crew
He done made it out of the hell
n*gga, come and get a glimpse
Now everybody really on his di*k
Like an STD with some herpes on the tip
Baby girl don't care
Still wanna lick
She'll do anything 'cause she think she gettin' rich
f*ck your click, f*ck your b*tch, f*ck your mom, n*gga, f*ck your church
I been this mean ever since my birth
Growin' out limbs I don't even need dirt
Work, work, work, work
Wack ass rappers always talkin' 'bout work
But they ain't did nothin' and just lyin' to the Earth
So just break the n*gga neck, put his body in this hearse
Look, you want some scene with knowledge (Nope)
You'll never know the secret of what's behind us
Need to read between the lines of Obama
Now you know my sh*t, just can't ask mama
Open up ya eyes or be flyin' behind me
Do like me leave the bullsh*t behind me
Tell 'em suck a di*k and just keep on grindin'
So in the pus*y of your chick is where you’ll find me
[Outro]
Brainfeeder