100 Degrees
Chorus
Steady rolling the streets, I gotta keep my heat
Cuz it get cold as fuck
When I'm out on the block, they look at me like Pac
They wanna eat me up
Its like 100 degrees and I can barely breathe
I'm tryna sober up
The devil right on my heels, he tryna sell me a deal
He say "you comin or what"
When I'm roaming the streets, I gotta keep my heat
Cuz it gets cold as fuck
And when I'm out on the block, they look at me like Pac
They tryna hit me up
It's like 100 degrees and I can barely breathe
I need to sober up
The devil right on my heels, he tryna sell me a deal
He like "you comin or what"

Verse 1
Since I was just a youth, know what I wanted to do
To get my money up
My daddy left as a child, cuz I was just too wild
He wasn't fuckin with us
And I done seen prom queens turn into downtown feens
Oh money live for the bus
She snortin Beverly hills, strung out on them pills
Someone with Beverly love
I'm in love with the money, it's way more than the crush
I was broke as fuck, my noodles came in a cup
My clientele, my iPod touch
I had to cut off my homie cuz he talk too much
But we back on the road, we hope somewhere it'll get cold
And stack our Benjy's up
Growin up and we shameful, my guardian angel
Smoking angel dust
Chorus
Steady rolling the streets, I gotta keep my heat
Cuz it get cold as fuck
When I'm out on the block, they look at me like Pac
They wanna eat me up
Its like 100 degrees and I can barely breathe
I'm tryna sober up
The devil right on my heels, he tryna sell me a deal
He say "you comin or what"
When I'm rolling the streets, I gotta keep my heat
Cuz it get cold as fuck
And when I'm out on the black, they look at me like Pac
They tryna hit me up
It's like 100 degrees and I can barely breathe
I need to sober up
The devil right on my heels, he tryna sell me a deal
He like "you comin or what"

(I gotta keep my heat, cuz it get cold as fuck) x2

Verse 2
Uh, ooh
Lotta money in the safe box
I don't chase no clout, no need to name drop
Eyes low, I'm into k-pop
I don't need your box I got the gamestop
I'm in the hood dodging raindrops
Dirty project, hallways, a lotta mops
40 pop, make em lock it drop
Since a youngin I been bumpin like a chickenpox
I just turned a shoebox into the bread box
I put 5 to his chest now he red fox
Coming home Elizabeth, Hellen Keller dope boys
Don't know who they dealing with
Prayin on your downfall, watching what you kneelin with
Smokin diesel in the whip, its fast and the furious
Fast and the furious but all my friends is ludacris
Brodie got 2 fouls he yell out "Kobe" when he shoot the shits
Its the fact that legends die young, I'm really peepin shit
All this pain in my heart, I'm not the one to reason with
Bitch