100mph Freestyle X3 chords by Clavish

Key: G Minor

♫ Intro:

Gm
Yo

♫ Verse:
Gm
I love my life, but I hate it at the same time
Gm
I lost my close friend, and I'm hurtin' 'cause it's not fair
Gm
If I was still shottin' where you shot, you couldn't shot there
Gm
Said she can't stand me, someone tell her cop chairs
Gm
And how much Dior runners I got that I do not wear
Gm
Colombia's down for the thirty, and he's not scared
Gm
His wrist works, been through more whips than Top Gear
Gm
A real one's hard to find, a bad bitch is not rare
Gm
You ain't hit your opp block, but you been hittin' your girl
Gm
My P U B's a quarter mill in the mail
Gm
I'll make it further than you, why? 'Cah I'm willin' to fail
Gm
Even if that means sittin' in jail
Gm
Oh well, I bought a car for my little sis', a Dinger for the gang
Gm
We cut ties with niggas that sing, but it's different where you hang
Gm
Went from Corsas to Corse, but it's different in the Lamb'
Gm
I try chest shot, he blocked it, so I chinged him in his hand
Gm
No, I don't see eye to eye with them silly little tramps
Gm
I'll probably still put my blacks on with a milli' in the bank
Gm
With a milli' on my wrist, and a million in cash
Gm
I'll sleep better when I hear Chak turned into some ash

Gm
My manager says I'm stupid for still rollin' with a scram
Gm
I hate explainin' myself and I don't think he'll understand
Gm
**** got got the same day that he was trollin' on the 'Gram
Gm
Your violations get slept on, cah you're no one in your camp
Gm
I'm top two, and it's been that, lil' bro can't fight to save his life
Gm
But with his knife, they might give you a shit bag
Gm
Might give you a bad day or give your mum bad news
Gm
My hoodie cost a bag three, my runners cost a bag two
Gm
Pussy you just chat static
Gm
Fuckin' on his BM, got her breathin' like she asthmatic
Gm
Leave him with a face scar, so you can see my shank damage
Gm
He ain't worth turnin' cabbage
Gm
I can make the yola vanish, bring it back, crack magic
Gm
Four pipe, my whip fartin', can't bring Dimma Hatton Garden
Gm
Last time we did, he try pop a chain disregardin'
Gm
Niggas tryna sign out early, but I'm in regardless
Gm
'Cause if I slip one time, that could be the darkest moment
Gm
Paid fifty for my watch, I'll pay more for his head back
Gm
All my hoes holdin' grudges, 'cause I ain't givin' head back
Gm
The same day you buy it, same day you gotta test that
Gm
I ain't lookin' after yours, cah I ain't tryna be a stepdad
Gm
Been a shiesty yout way before I ever had sex, akh
Gm
If I give you back half, then I beg you just respect that
Gm
Beg you don't call my phone like Ciian, can't get the rest back
Gm
Before major comebacks, there's always minor setbacks
Gm
If you don't grind, I'll assume nothin's what you wanna be
Gm
Hoes see me on the menu, and say "Course, that's what I wanna eat
Gm
'Course that's what I wanna beat," for me, she's a proper freak
Gm
Give me jaw and ride my dick properly
Gm
Apart from waps, I'm tryna invest into some property
Gm
And stay away from guys that think life's a game, Monopoly
Gm
One hundred racks in jewels, you're basically the lottery
Gm
To bring my niggas on tour, they don't know what it's costin' me
Gm
Tell my AR, "Bring the woosh"
Gm
Them Rick Owen boots, the quickest way for her to shush



Gm
I already got the puss', a little pull, a little push
Gm
He started runnin' off, he only saw my bally and my hood
Gm
I got so much of it, my cousins think I've got a pattern with Celine
Gm
And that I'm lyin', when I say that I do no get it for free
Gm
You would think my watch is in jail, my AP's on the freeze
Gm
You would think her legs don't work, she's always on her knees
Gm
You would think I had no friends, I was always with the fiends
Gm
Ten, fifty, then a hundred racks, was always in my dreams
Gm
Minimum a flick knife, that was always in my jeans
Gm
My niggas not no pedophile, but he's always around a teen, seven
Gm
Out here with nothin', then you probably wanna see Heaven
Gm
Carry on, gwaan, like you don't need weapon
Gm
If Jo ever got caught, for the time, he done three cheffings
Gm
By the time he came home, it would've been P
Gm
HMP's the only time I'm watchin' Keith Lem
Gm
Won't see me on WhatRappersWore in all black with cheap leathers
Gm
Really I should be in Paris, skinny fit, clean steppers
Gm
Number plates already hot, and plus we've got like three peppers
Gm
I don't wanna be in jail, phone sex, read letters
Gm
Loopz always got his gun on him, he don't need wetters
Gm
But what I need is a girl that loves me for me
Gm
Not for my VVs, or the fact that I've got silly Ps
Gm
Hit her like twice, but she is not my lover, Billie Jean
Gm
Tryna tell my youngin' that I love to stop sippin' lean
Gm
Negative to positive, that's how I made my mummy proud
Gm
Then back to negative, when they try to come outside my mummy's house
Gm
I put mummy on a flight, used to take out mummy's knife
Gm
I'm a G.O.A.T. in the , I put that on my mummy's life
Gm
I could never be a bum, I would've wasted mummy's time
Gm
When she carried me for nine months, she deserves a lick back
Gm
Rollie on my nigga's wrist, didn't pay for it, he licked that
Gm
Didn't pray for it, just told a pussy boy to unclip that
Gm
Nina try introduce me to some hoes in his mansion
Gm
But little did he know, CLA already hit that
Gm
Got more motion than your whole gang
Gm
Murder on my mind, I probably get that from my old man
Gm
'Course you can hold dick, but I ain't tryna hold hands
Gm
The way I fill her up, you would think she had a low tank
Gm
And no, I won't rap about no murders that I weren't involved in
Gm
They do it all the time, to me that's some joke ting
Gm
Me and Crash me the hood hot, cah we done a pokin'
Gm
Left his top red and white, like the flag of Poland
Gm
If YB was still alive, he'd need F1 plus a whole rex
Gm
I know he's up in Heaven, probably tryna make the coke stretch
Gm
Free my jail niggas, doin' pull ups, gettin' no sex
Gm
And free my opps, the with no canteen and no creps
Gm
A few used to diss me when I was bruck
Gm
But I'ma drop eighty on a chain to show I've leveled up
Gm
I see bro push it so deep, he got his metal stuck
Gm
The things I've got are never luck, me and her did never fuck
Gm
Yo, my next purchase gotta be a sheen with a whistle
Gm
I bet you these bullets don't tickle
Gm
If I weren't trappin, I was robbin' like Thickle
Gm
My point threes, like they could've been Skittles
Gm
I'm pullin' strings, could've done my ting with a guitar
Gm
Cheffed a boy in his back, and turned my block to Qatar
Gm
I'm in a Dawn with my day one, wishin' on a star
Gm
And a scorps, big racks, I used to re up on a half
Gm
Confused why I never see you when it's time to ride
Gm
But always when it's time to hide
Gm
Never tell the truth, but always hear you when it's time to lie
Gm
Life's changed, I phone up my niggas like "It's time to fly"
Gm
I tell my label I'm a dripper, I don't need a stylist
Gm
Would've made her bae, but she's been runnin' up her mileage
Gm
Same way I run it up in Knightsbridge
Gm
Can't forget when I was runnin' on the night shift
Gm
Demons on my block, might leave their flicky where your eyes is
Gm
And run if you see them demons on a motorcycle with a hi vis
Gm
CLA