100 Miles Lyrics

Nah don't act funny now

You watched me crawl till I could walk but see I'm running now

It's money on the line and I want it now

I know you supposed to jog a marathon but I got to run it down

Soon as you thought you was done it's another hundred miles

All ups and downs nigga you better buckle down

It's PoCal the principle and I don't fuck around

Got big shoes to fill but I ain't a fucking clown

Trying to tell you niggas have plan

She seen me pull up in that shit now she don't got a man

Damn

PoCal do you love me

Yea

Do you really love me

Naaa'

I could never love you with yo lying ass

She swear she Puerto Rican got think how is that

Don't speak a lick of spanish and barely even got a tan

That young Nigga do the most somebody call the klan

Once they see you as a threat they gotta call the man

Why you niggas pocket watching like it's on demand

Tell my dog sksk watch I got him on command

Yeah, I got him trained good

All I do is get money and slang wood

Heard some niggas looking for you hope yo' aim good

Shouldn't of been talking you a killer nigga you ain't Suge

N I ain't Suge but he ain't me

Lately I been going crazier than AB

I'm trying to be my generation jay z

Can barely hold a regular conversation cause I stay scheming

Been having to many nightmares now I hate dreaming

I can't hustle laying down so I hate sleeping

Nigga that's karma on yo' ass shit them ain't demons

Once I make it to the top just know I ain't leaving

Nah I ain't going for it

When I get my get back I go over board

All I know is I'm up nigga I don't know the score

However bad you think you want it, shit just know I want it more

Yeah shit I want the most

Shoot at shorty and her friend cause I want them both

All I can say is praise God in that Holy Ghost

If you ain't my Nigga and I don't know you then I don't want to joke

Nah cause ain't shit funny

Shit if you ain't help me out you can't get shit from me

And I don't ask for help so nobody getting nothing

If you looking for me I'm probably somewhere posted up

Shit, I just be in the cut

Nigga if you owe me gone and give it up

Why when niggas owe you bread they get to switching up

Even on my last dollar man I would've split it up

But fuck it shit it's more for me

Less niggas at the table that mean it's more to eat

While you on the clock ima' be on the beach

And I ain't gone feel guilty when I hit yo hoe to Jodeci

Finna' go from on the east to overseas

But before that I just want to make a toast to me

I'm one the coldest niggas out and that ain't so to speak

Now hundred miles in how I'm supposed to breath

At crazy pace it ain't a Nigga close to me

Only one close a baddie and she on her knees

I can't make it up she talking bout some Poey please

Bitch please what

Only thing you getting deez nutz

Even if I love you ima' need that prenup

And you ain't the only one you probably gone have to team up

I been up since three sumn'

Still gone lock in if I peep something

Keep this shit in motion or it don't mean nothing

Long as you keep hustling it's gone keep coming

100 miles in and ima' keep running

100 miles in and ima' keep running

100 miles in and ima' keep running

100 miles in and ima' keep running

100 miles in and ima' keep running

100 miles in and ima' keep running

100 miles in and ima' keep running

100 miles in and ima' keep running