Artist: Big Sean f/ Kendrick Lamar, Royce Da 5'9" Album: Detroit Song: 100 Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro/Chorus] As I look up to the sky Thought about a 100 things to do before I die Hit all the girls I want and make sure my niggaz right And my family live that life As I look up to the sky Thought about a 100 things to do before I die Wonderin if I could live it all in one life Cause it could all end in one night As I look up to the sky I thought about a 100 things to do before I die [Big Sean] Couple niggaz on the hitlist and bitches on a different type Same shit different nights, till I live a different life Sean you looking tired, damn homie that's all I've been stressin so hard I'm surprised I ain't going bald Haters praying I fall, move back in with my moms Take online classes and turn back into ya'll, hatin' I guess they want your lights out when you the plug Niggaz wanna catch you slippin like they pulled the rug From where they move the drugs, Buddha love Niggaz sleepin with that mac and I ain't talkin bout computer love All the wrong people you a price tag Now you pray to God hoping that you got a Christ tag Make it where I'm from, stay who I become Time to raise hell, say nay my son Taking elevators straight up out the slums to a penthouse view And have the fam there too [Chorus] [Bridge] If I just stop breathin, even though I got all this motherfuckin money Won't keep my heart beatin Just don't let me die Wake me up You can't catch me dreamin Bout all of this motherfuckin money Cocaine rush, I'm speedin Cocaine rush... [Royce Da 5'9"] I'm just a Detroit nigga, nothing extra about me I go extra hard at the first second you doubt me I strive for perfection at the same time I'm accepting the fact that there'll never be nothing perfect about me Shit, I'm just waiting on a win Come up with better hooks, the hoes'll take it on the chin We are 6 mile bred, thats why you see our sick style yeah Crackhouse flow with a pit downstairs Momma happy at me, daddy happy at me The baddest chick is yonking, imagine this chatty yapping at me 5 years ago I was in tears in the back of a paddy wagon Now I'm Cali swaggin' My nigga listen, I'm over the fame You number 1, I'm 23, my mission is take over the game You rollin with lames, we ain't rollin the same I'm the best out in this motherfucker If I could get a check out of this motherfucka big enough to set my kids up for life I could check out of this motherfucka, with no regrets If you ain't living your life for ya kids, I ain't giving yo ass no respect (Sean, I love you my nigga, I'm out) [Chorus] + [Bridge] [Kendrick Lamar] I gotta break ya fuckin heart I gotta climb these fuckin charts (I gotta climb) I gotta do something that's innovative Creative just to create a legacy before death do us part I gotta spend one summer in Tijuana with Tia and Tia's momma Breakfast in bed is head with plenty of Carne Asada (I gotta) I gotta find me a wife to elope (I gotta) I got a fine, cause I ain't wanna vote, I promise I know the history of those who died for the rights for me to survive But those who lied to the minority will make 'em turn inside they grave I can easily pretend like yall, but thats not me I gotta spread the truth even when the truth can hurt the youth Need to know every detail about this Earth, the devil controls it So before you scrutinise how I feel ask God if those polls important The end is near! [Chorus] + [Bridge]