100 - Intellectual

[Intro]

Dot, dot, dot

[Verse 1: Sol]

Feeling like Carti, when it's up, it's stuck

Got these bitches all in their feelings, I don't give two fucks

'Cause I been back on my bully like the school days

Me against who, yeah, this can probably go a few ways

There's no remorse, you pay the cost tryna content

Careers are hot and trendin', I'ma bring 'em to an end

So tired of the trash this fuckin' game tryna promote

Mayweather with the pain, got niggas back against the rope

Thinkin' there's hope against the-

Your cashes, not the dollar you bastard

Be the jar of life just to operatе how I smash

Shit is tragic, you gotta be a gimmick just to win it

'Cause they want thеm carbon copy, no authentic

The inner scrimmage, I'm hungry, give me my chips

I'm out for blood like a nigga claimin' the crips

Made it on Tik Tok, oh, now you famous, you lit?

Watch how they dance when I let out lyrical clips

One to the head leads to the body

Blow hits like it's hollow tips, burst bust like a shotty

Said it with my chest, got 'em vex, overshadow it's stress

Niggas, I'm selling talent while bitches, they're selling sex, next

And the rest is history

I always knew this shit was meant for me

It took some time for them to notice

No games play, Murda, you gotta go and focus, focus

[Chorus: Amber Murda]

Ooh, we got no (Fake niggas)

Ooh, they come around, smile up in your face like it's all good

Nigga, don't you (Don't you), ever, don't you

Don't you ever come around unless you keep it one-hundred

Ready to keep it one-hundred

In fact I want you, yeah nigga, I dare you (I dare you)

To come around (Come around), on some lame shit

Know I'ma keep it one-hundred (Think I'm playin' with you)

I'ma keep it one-hundred

[Verse 2: Focus...]

I heard some lame niggas sayin' they made Focus...

Say okay, if ya'll keep listenin' what they all say

It ain't true at the end of the day

So every statement gold, I require a bankroll

Lets get this out the way, I'm cut from a different fabric

Ya'll do this as a hobby, ya'll do this out of habit

I grew up off that soul food, cornbread and that cabbage

My mama played no game, I scored way above the average

The only L I took was the L in my marriage

I bow to never go through hell again, still a delicate melanin

But real talk, this savant is a savage

I had to spit my sermons like Erick and make dollars like Paris

Makin' waves overseas, was a nigga in Paris

Was a fool in high school, wasn't treated the fairest

Had no choice but to win and leave doubters embarrass

Made a choice, no days off, wasn't followin' fairness

Get the bag, spread the love, I do nothing but gratis

I master my craft, it's due to tireless practice

Time to get my ass kick, now I'm feelin' fantastic

I'm in love with two things: my kids and my mattress, for real

I done the numbers and I earned my slumber

I sparked the fire and get too high like I was Stevie Wonder (Yeah)

I ain't gon' lie, a nigga tired of all the talk from Monday about it, bruh

But you can bet this ain't gon' stop the hunger (Uh), we eatin'