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Lyrify.me

0 to 100 Freestyle by AV Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2014

Fuck being on some chill shit
I alot of niggas out her spreading lies I gotta deal with
Got special set of skills in my skill list
The steel don't make the man I make the steel. I'm like a steel smith

O lord, Vizu bout to get back in his bag
They wonder why I'm talking money, cuz it's cash in my bag
Age 💔f Vendetta moving faster than the grams
Posting pictures on the gram, making all these niggas mad

Smiling hard like I just cleared a million dollar, check
The only time they see a check is when my nikes on they neck
O lord, these niggas hate to see me be the best
Love to say they held me down now i'm up & they upset

I shine hard on these niggas throwing shade at me. Hey hater
It's my time, stay patient. Bitch niggas get paid later
Maybe never, keep waiting. Big business, briefcases
Mop the floor with all these rappers, bitch nigga I'm sweepstaking

0 to a 100 nigga real quick
And I won't ever fucking stop until I make a 100 billion
Fuck the world & feed her children
Life's a bitch, I reconsider getting with her, take a picture it'll last longer make a memory
I heard these niggas tryna get me
I think they mad they ain't with me
I'm like really, niggas acting more bitchy then women
Got my brothers & sisters with me. Love mi la familia nigga

God forbid I gotta kill a nigga
I ain't made for penitentiary
I might kill a fucking copper before I even get a sentence
Say I got way with words, Well Nina talking for me
Bitch I lost it

I ain't never lost my passion tho
These niggas should play they role
All these niggas got jokes but nobody bout action tho
I guess i'm too versatile. You can call me Samuel

Bonehead ball all game
They chanting for Merq they yelling Put Him In The Game
But the MVP got the fucking ball and they all gone chant his name
We just do it for the rings, let the kids get the fame

They yellling stop Vizu. Let em breathe Vizu
I heard these niggas think they bad imma show they ass a real demon
He think he hot Vizu. He want ya spot Vizu
I just rise up from the ashes. Bouta show his ass a real phoenix
0 To A 100 nigga real quick
Think they high as AVation, motherfuckers must be sniffing
0 to a 100 nigga real quick
If words are really weapons I drop bombs on Hiroshima

I got the game's design, I'm bouta take it to the cleaners
I swear my life's a movie. Mitch might pull up in a beamer
I'm so much of a dreamer I got niggas believing
I be so about them Franklins I got songs with Miss Aretha..

That's motivation. You niggas know I'm Young & Motivated
But the way these niggas hating I feel like I already made it
Young God to this rap, people praising my creation
I said this world is mine & it's not up for the taking

My own homies want my spot, hope y'all niggas ready
Thought y'all niggas was eating, who then pissed in y'all spaghettis?
I see you piss offed, it's better to pissed off than pissed on
I been shitting hard, I finally got something to shit on!

Sometimes when the lights get glowing, you get mic, start flowing
You'on know what you saying. At least I hope that's what happen
& hopefully you wasn't rapping unfactual I'm curious as to what really fucking happened

I wonder if the niggas with you ready to carry ya casket
Trick question. Cuz while I'm with you I'ma die with you
You got to talking crazy, why would you? How could you do that to yo la brotha?
Ready to scuffle for you over lil shit
Hope you suffer on some ill shit
You my brother, that's some shit we deal with
But I cut you off. My whole squad on that real shit
Dream big, real big. 100 inch screen big
When you showed ya real colors. Act like I ain't see shit
Funny how you attacking me, & I was on the defense
Them accolades I got must've sent you off the deep end

Now you tryna come up off me. Dog you must be getting desperate
But I prolly feel the same way if I placing second
And you got the scraps of my plate. At least I had seconds
But for you to address it in the public, nigga that was disrespectful

This a lesson, imma shine in due time on you niggas
Who want it. Who feeling the envy?
Who wanted the competition? Who want enemies? Them niggas too fucking friendly I ain't tripping they be hating they be waiting for me fall. Fuck em them niggas just not my dogs. My nigga Shad, my niggas Merq, my nigga Gabe but that's all my niggas. My nigga Keaton, nah I'm tripping. I got a whole bunch of niggas who ready to die with me, who ready to ride for me, all you niggas be talking that fake shit, how the fuck do you create that? I'm in the booth like where the fuck...