Sho Baraka - 100 lyrics

Verse 1 What I look like caring if the world don't feel us I serve a God who died harder than Bruce Willis Man's born sick and he just gets ill'er In our optimistic prime he could transform a k**er He could transform a dealer, ask Json We were all born sinners ask my mom My nature's no better than Judas and that's the truth Without the Spirit I'm an arrogant adulterous dude So I keep accountability until I get old Tedashii said, “Bring the heat cuz the world's so cold!” I gotta live 100 so my feet don't slip I gotta live like Jacob more holy less hip By his grace Sho Baraka gone spit the real Been doing that Reach life before I got the deal Called to make mini-me's til the day that I die So on my tombstone say, “he didn't die he multipled" Hook I gotta keep it (100) My men keep it (100) My ladies keep it (100) We gotta keep it (100) Verse 2 Back in the year of the 2 triple O This random thug tried to strong arm the Sho Me and my boys on the corner just sharing our faith This cat staring at us like he got something to say He began to size us up acting tough talking loud I tried to ignore him but this fool attracted a crowd I expected some resistance but this ain't what I wanted I had 99 problems this made 100 He looked me in the face and said if you love that Christ You'll have no problem with me sending you to see him tonight I'm thinking option number one is we can turn the other cheek Number 2 is we can stomp his loud mouth in the street But that's what they want to see us fail when they test us Talk a good game but then crack under pressure So I prayed to GOD, if I gotta take this L I hope out of this you would get your glory as well So this cat stared at us for a second or two Jumped at us and smirked like I'm playing with you We had to represent the Lord even though they were stuntin No matter what they do we gotta keep it 100 Hook They move their lips but their words mean nothing They think God got their back but them boys just frontin They talk loud but we can drown out the sickest boys We like Chicago, willing to make the iller noise They want toys, fame, wealth and health Everything good without being good themselves They want things (Yes they do) but its Jesus they better get Cuz hell's their life sentence like a subject and a predicate Sometimes I see the wicked and I lust for their things But then I see the Lord and I trust in the King Hung on the cross for hours while still in his prime We don't call him heir for nothing he showing us hang time He is holy, he is perfect, he is God God is like three in one, its so odd Because of all this your boy gotta keep running 99 won't do it gotta keep it 100 Hook