Verse 1
What I look like caring if the world don’t feel us/ I serve a God who died harder than Bruce Willis/ man’s born sick and he just gets ill’er/ in our optimistic prime he could transform a killer/ he could transform a dealer, ask Json/ we were all born sinners ask my mom/ my nature’s no better than Judas and that’s the truth/ without the spirit I’m a arrogant adulterous dude/ so I keep accountability until I get old/ Tedashii said, “Bring the heat cuz the world’s so cold”/ I gotta live 100 so my feet don’t slip/ I gotta live like Jacob more holy less hip/ by his grace Sho Baraka gone spit the real/ been doing that Reach life before I got the deal/ called to make mini-me’s til the day that I die/ so on my tombstone say, “he didn’t die he multiple”/
Hook
I gotta keep it (100)
My men keep it (100)
My ladies keep it (100)
We gotta keep it (100)
Verse 2
Back in the year of the 2 triple 0/ this random thug tried to strong arm the Sho/ me and my boys on the corner just sharing our faith / this cat staring at us like he got something to say/ he began to size us up acting tough talking loud/ I tried to ignore him but this fool attracted a crowd/ I expected some resistance but this aint what I wanted/ I had 99 problems this made 100/ he looked me in the face and said if you love that Christ/ you’ll have no problem with me sending you to see him tonight/ I’m thinking option number one is we can turn the other cheek/ number 2 is we can stomp his loud mouth in the street/ but that’s what they want to see us fail when they test us/ talk a good game but then crack under pressure/ so I prayed to GOD, if I have to take this L/ I hope out of this you would get your glory as well/ so this cat stared at us for a second or two/ jumped at us and smirked like I’m playing with you/ we have to represent the Lord even though they were stuntin/ no matter what they do we gotta keep it 100
Hook
Verse 3
They move their lips but their words mean nothing/ they think God got their back but them boys just frontin/ they talk loud but we can drown out the sickest boys/ we like Chicago, willing to make the ill’er noise/ they want toys, fame, wealth and health/ everything good without being good themselves/ they want things but its Jesus they better get/ cuz hell’s their life sentence like a subject and a predicate/ sometimes I see the wicked and I lust for their things/ but then I see the Lord and I trust in the King/ hung on the cross for hours while still in his prime/ we don’t call him heir for nothing he showing us hang time/ he is holy, he is perfect, he is God/ God is like three in one, its so odd/ because of all this your boy gotta keep running/ 99 wont do it gotta keep it 100/
Hook
