100 - Sho Baraka

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 killer

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»

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I gotta keep it (100)

My men keep it (100)

My ladies keep it (100)

We gotta keep it (100)

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

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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

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