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All I really know is one hundred, nothing less.
One hundred, til nothing left.

I be feeling like Jackie Robinson
Rocking the forty-two in my Dodger fit
Gripping the arm that was just hit by a pitch
Crowd the opposite, saying that I should quit
But I don't hear all of it
You can hate but you can't hurt me (x2)
And my work is safe,
If I could leave this earth today
Gassed up from grace
How they gonna circle K?

I don't want no new Bugatti
Put me in Denver county
Liberia, I'm serious
Mosquito net and my Bible
On concrete bed I'm still smiling
I ain't eating much and I'm smiling
I'd rather be in the jungle than the will of God
Than anywhere else outside it
Go on, burn it

I'm in this life, but my hope ain't in this life
A good career, book for gears, I book them peers,
A good look just won't suffice
My homie, my life is hidden in Christ
My life is hidden in Christ
Give me ninety-nine problems plus one God and the result is..

All I really know is one hundred, nothing less
One hundred, til nothing left

Okay our God's never failing
Ain't nothing you can tell Him
Yes he's the generous type
But to face him you will take that L in
No our God won't fail us,
We know from where our health come
So I put my life at stake,
Though there might be blood I want that well done (100)

If you flipping burgers, if you flipping houses
Run up bank accounts, don't mean nothing
And if we paid a lot or if we paid a bit
We gon be going in cause he's coming
We trying to be the best so we can beat the rest
So let the world can see that he's done it
No matter who cuts the checks at where we working at
Man, we work for him and we love it

All I really know is one hundred, nothing less
One hundred, til nothing left

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