100
Drake The Game Lyrics
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Want me to come and wet you up
'Cause you a out of town
Nigga like Biggie heard about the shit with Diddy
So I came through to vest you up
And I got a vest for 40, a vest for Hush
A vest for every nigga with an owl on his chest and what
I got LA unified, you're better off committing suicide
See I know how it feel to be platinum plus
Niggas is jealous of you so they try to wrap you up
Tat you up, but it's OVO blood money
Nigga catch these bullets like he catch the bus
Dark fame is a mothafucka
Do a nigga four favors, when you can’t do the fifth
How soon they forget?
Run up on you at your granny's house
Leave you lyin' like Fif'
How a nigga supposed to love you niggas?
Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggas
Dre told me not to trust you niggas
Your energy off, you're finicky, I rush you niggas
Just walk around the crib like
Why a nigga can’t live? Get this money, fuck these bitches though
Thinkin' 'bout the beef like
We can pass these motherfuckin' straps like a physical
This my city, nigga everybody know it
Ridin' 'round town, just me and my four pound
Tucked in my Tom Fords, hopin' I ain't gotta show it
LA niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit
Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard
Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit
40 I'm fucked up
Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit
Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit
Y'all better off realizing there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me
All I ever asked is keep it 8 more than 92 with me, 100, yeah, 100
All I ever asked is 100, yeah, 100
All I ever asked is 100
Thank me later, thanks for nothin'
Thanks for bluffin'
Thank you so, so much for wearing your true colors to every single fuckin' function
Had niggas tell me to my face how we were family
And how they love me, while they was skimmin' off the budget
Now, when I see 'em, they the ones that's actin' funny
People been reachin' out to me
And I'm on some straight unresponsive shit
I would have so many friends
If I didn't have money, respect and accomplishments
I would have so many friends
If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments
I would have all of your fans if I didn't go pop
And I stayed on some conscious shit
I would have so many more friends
If I lost my success and my confidence
I'm in the club every time that they play the competition
If they even play the competition and I seen the response they get
Nobody's even hearin' it, on top of the pyramid
Might go to Jamaica, disappear again
My circle got so small that it's a period, sayin' to myself
Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit
Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit
Y'all better off realizing there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me
All I ever asked is keep it 8 more than 92 with me, 100, yeah, 100
All I ever asked is 100, yeah, 100
All I ever asked is 100
Miss 4 Cent, that was my real nigga
Held a nigga down since he was a lil' nigga
If he was still alive, he would kill niggas
He was Lil Snupe, I was Meek Mill, nigga
Know how it feel when you're missin' your nigga though
Can't think so you roll up that indigo
Stressin' while drivin' down Figueroa
Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost, damn
Make a real nigga wanna give his life to God like, "Here it go"
Screamin' Frog's name at the clouds, they don't hear me though
Guess they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though
You niggas don't feel me though
That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch
You dissin' Drizzy, that's cool but don't come to my city though
Not even to H-Town
So underground that I gotta be a trill nigga
Strapped up from the waist down
That's word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real nigga
Shit was so simple when Henchman was out
He had a young nigga right there with Meech
So happy when Bleu Davinci got out
We came up on these California streets
LA niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit
Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard
Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit
Got a nigga confused, but why a nigga gotta choose?
Don't even matter dawg 'cause I'ma always be a real nigga
Always be a real nigga
I never learned how to be nothin' but a real nigga
Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit
Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit
Y'all better off realizing there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me
All I ever asked is keep it 8 more than 92 with me, 100, yeah, 100
All I ever asked is 100, yeah, 100
All I ever asked is 100
The lyrics of "100" by Drake and The Game explore themes of loyalty, trust, and betrayal. The song begins with The Game discussing how people have asked him to set up Drake, but he won't do it because he's loyal to their friendship. He also mentions having vests for himself and for some of his associates if they need to protect themselves. Throughout the song, both artists express their desire for authenticity and honesty in their relationships. Drake talks about people who have been disloyal to him, pretending to be his friend while stealing from him, and emphasizes his willingness to be true to himself and his values even if it means losing friends. Ultimately, the message of the song is to be true to yourself and to stay loyal to those who have been loyal to you.
Line by Line Meaning
Niggas called me to set you up
People contacted me to plan an ambush against you
Want me to come and wet you up
They want me to come and attack you
'Cause you a out of town
Because you're not from here
Nigga like Biggie heard about the shit with Diddy
Someone like Biggie heard about the incident involving Diddy
So I came through to vest you up
So I arrived to protect you with bulletproof vests
And I got a vest for 40, a vest for Hush
I have a vest for 40 and a vest for Hush
A vest for every nigga with an owl on his chest and what
A vest for anyone representing the owl symbol
I got LA unified, you're better off committing suicide
I have the whole of LA supporting me, so you'd be better off killing yourself
Teachers ain't testin' us
Teachers are not challenging us
See I know how it feel to be platinum plus
I understand how it feels to achieve great success
Niggas is jealous of you so they try to wrap you up
People are envious of you, so they attempt to harm you
Tat you up, but it's OVO blood money
They may harm you physically, but I have the financial power to retaliate
Nigga catch these bullets like he catch the bus
You will face the consequences of your actions, just like catching a bus
Dark fame is a mothafucka
The negative side of fame is a challenging obstacle
Do a nigga four favors, when you can’t do the fifth
I have done favors for someone, but they have not reciprocated
How soon they forget?
How quickly people forget about what I've done for them
Run up on you at your granny's house
Approach and confront you at your grandmother's residence
Leave you lyin' like Fif'
Leave you lying on the ground, similar to Fif'
How a nigga supposed to love you niggas?
How am I supposed to have affection for you?
Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggas
My heart races when I greet and hug you
Dre told me not to trust you niggas
Dr. Dre advised me not to have faith in you
Your energy off, you're finicky, I rush you niggas
Your vibe is negative and inconsistent, so I quickly distance myself from you
Just walk around the crib like
I casually wander around my home thinking
Why a nigga can’t live? Get this money, fuck these bitches though
Why can't I enjoy life? Focus on making money and disregard romantic relationships
Thinkin' 'bout the beef like
Contemplating about the conflicts
We can pass these motherfuckin' straps like a physical
We can exchange weapons like they're physical objects
This my city, nigga everybody know it
This is my city, everyone is aware of it
Ridin' 'round town, just me and my four pound
Driving around the city with my handgun
Tucked in my Tom Fords, hopin' I ain't gotta show it
Concealing my gun in my Tom Ford clothes, hoping I won't need to use it
LA niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit
Los Angeles guys are the wildest, engaging in deceitful activities
Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard
People will approach your vehicle and surprise you
Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit
Similar to the incident involving Lil Wayne and Baby
40 I'm fucked up
I'm emotionally distressed, feeling messed up
Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit
Don't bring your insincerity to my recording studio
Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit
If you're going to my funeral, don't bring your hypocrisy
Y'all better off realizing there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me
You should understand that there is nothing you can achieve with me
All I ever asked is keep it 8 more than 92 with me, 100, yeah, 100
All I ever wanted was complete honesty and loyalty, giving more effort than the minimum
Thank me later, thanks for nothin'
Thank me in the future, but you actually did nothing for me
Thanks for bluffin'
Thank you for deceiving or deceiving yourself
Thank you so, so much for wearing your true colors to every single fuckin' function
Thank you for openly displaying your true intentions and character in every situation
Had niggas tell me to my face how we were family
People told me directly that we were like family
And how they love me, while they was skimmin' off the budget
And how they loved me while secretly embezzling money
Now, when I see 'em, they the ones that's actin' funny
Now, when I encounter them, they are the ones behaving strangely
People been reachin' out to me
People have been trying to contact me
And I'm on some straight unresponsive shit
But I'm intentionally ignoring them
I would have so many friends
If it weren't for my wealth, respect, and achievements
If I didn't have money, respect and accomplishments
I would have numerous friends if I lacked money, respect, and accomplishments
I would have so many friends
I would have plenty of companions
If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments
If I concealed the truth and only gave praise
I would have all of your fans if I didn't go pop
I would have all your fans if I didn't pursue mainstream popularity
And I stayed on some conscious shit
And I remained focused on conscious subject matter
I would have so many more friends
I would have significantly more friends
If I lost my success and my confidence
If I lost my accomplishments and self-assurance
I'm in the club every time that they play the competition
I'm present at the club whenever they play music from my rivals
If they even play the competition and I seen the response they get
If they even acknowledge the competition and witness the reaction they receive
Nobody's even hearin' it, on top of the pyramid
No one is even paying attention to their music, while I remain at the peak of success
Might go to Jamaica, disappear again
I might travel to Jamaica and withdraw from the public eye once more
My circle got so small that it's a period, sayin' to myself
My inner circle has become extremely limited, to the point it's like a punctuation mark, and I contemplate alone
Miss 4 Cent, that was my real nigga
Miss 4 Cent was my true friend
Held a nigga down since he was a lil' nigga
He supported me since my childhood
If he was still alive, he would kill niggas
If he were still alive, he would retaliate against those who harm others
He was Lil Snupe, I was Meek Mill, nigga
He was Lil Snupe and I was Meek Mill, representing our partnership
Know how it feel when you're missin' your nigga though
Understand the pain of losing a close friend
Can't think so you roll up that indigo
Unable to think clearly, so you smoke an indigo strain of marijuana
Stressin' while drivin' down Figueroa
Feeling anxious while driving along Figueroa Street
Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost, damn
Smoking marijuana until his spirit is present in my Rolls-Royce Ghost car, expressing frustration
Make a real nigga wanna give his life to God like, 'Here it go'
Facing life's challenges, making one contemplate surrendering to God
Screamin' Frog's name at the clouds, they don't hear me though
Shouting Frog's name to the sky, but receiving no response
Guess they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though
Presumably preoccupied with 2Pac and Biggie
You niggas don't feel me though
You guys don't understand me
That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch
That was under Suge Knight's control, I'll acquire Suge Knight's wealth
You dissin' Drizzy, that's cool but don't come to my city though
It's alright if you criticize Drake, but don't approach my city with hostility
Not even to H-Town
Not even to Houston
So underground that I gotta be a trill nigga
So deeply concealed that I have to be a true gangster
Strapped up from the waist down
Armed and prepared for conflict
That's word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real nigga
I swear by Pimp C, J Prince is my genuine friend
Shit was so simple when Henchman was out
Things were easier when Henchman was free
He had a young nigga right there with Meech
He had a young person supporting him along with Meech
So happy when Bleu Davinci got out
Extremely pleased when Bleu Davinci was released
We came up on these California streets
We grew up on the streets of California
Got a nigga confused, but why a nigga gotta choose?
Feeling perplexed, but why am I forced to make a decision?
Don't even matter dawg 'cause I'ma always be a real nigga
It doesn't even matter because I will always remain true to myself
Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit
Don't bring insincerity to my recording studio
Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit
If you attend my funeral, don't bring your hypocrisy
Y'all better off realizing there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me
You should understand that there is nothing you can achieve with me
All I ever asked is keep it 8 more than 92 with me, 100, yeah, 100
All I ever wanted was complete honesty and loyalty, giving more effort than the minimum
All I ever asked is 100, yeah, 100
All I ever asked for is absolute authenticity
All I ever asked is 100
All I ever requested is complete honesty
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Written by: PEABO BRYSON, AUBREY DRAKE GRAHAM, JAYCEON TAYLOR, STANLEY BERNARD BENTON, RONALD LATOUR, CASH JONES, JOHN JULIAN
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@OfentseMwaseFilms
The Game is a Legend
@bashinmfecane7742
I'm not bugging or anything Uncle Scrooch, may I be an intern at your work.
I have the experience with the gear...I just need to sign my resume as 1 of your employees for a certain time 🙏
I just missed Drake rap on this 😄
While I was trying to get your attention.
Dope Track by The Game and Drake
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@dolomite2209
God is here for 28 years.... I'ma blast this at my funeral. I seen how y'all treat people who have something and someone who pretends to have nothing. From corporate to stealing consent to medication. I know where everyone at as if it isn't hard. Y'all can't even double jump.
@PhenakiteGaming
This is such a good song/video
@isaiahramirez6402
@Bashin Mfecane e😮😢😢😮😢 5:48 aae 5:48 😮left 😢😅 😮reass
@slackstarfish8133
This beat is still unbelievably hard. Some of the best bass work I’ve heard in a song
@connorplaut364
Ehh 🤷♀️
@GrindMuzic
JOHNNY JULIANO!!!
@GoGetYourShinebox
Too much bass imo