The Start
    (专辑: 100 Words And Running - 2010)
    
    They be saying "best rapper alive", who?  Kells, who you wanna know?  I 
chop them motherfuckers down, they falling like Geronimo  Haters wanna holler though, hoes need to stop it  I 
will hit a 
bitch and pass her 'round the 
room like a 
Bop It  Back to the 
topic, uhh I 
think forgot it  Fuck it, I 
love talking 'bout my dick and how these riders jock it  Fuck him, fuck him, she's cool, fuck you  And if someone got a 
hater I'mma show 'em what to do  Make sure you puttin four fingers down, keep one up  Say if you ain't talkin bout no money please shut up  Me, I'm on the 
come up, I 
don't know what you bout  One million, two million, let me know how you count  Yeah, nominated younging of the 
year  I 
"red rover, red rover bring the 
money over here"  Steer, make sure I 
remain in my lane  But that's symbolic cause I'm really on a 
plane  And I 
red rover, that's ironic because I 
don't play no games  I 
don't pass the 
rock like Jay, I 
ain't fucking with you dames  Only like what gets me paid, I 
ain't fuckin with you lames  Already pale, where's the 
raise? I 
ain't fuckin with the 
shame  I 
want the 
limelight, and the 
lime slice in my drink  Chain and whip without the 
slave, and the 
bitch that stays paid  At the 
bar buying shots, cherry bombs and grenades  Cause I 
go hard, you can carve it on my grave  Now wassup man I 
crave, travel side, first block, where you stay?  All my people back at Shaker and my partners down the 
way  Uptown to the 
Heights, St Clair to E.C  An anywhere on the 
eastside you're liable to see me  Boy I'm about to make a 
milli, but this not the 
C3  This 100 Words and Running, I 
am not Lil Weezy  I 
am daddy to these hoes, fuck a 
lil pee pee  So if it's you, or me, your girl make a 
choice, easy  Uh, I'm spittin like I 
got my braces in, so much saliva my lower lip that I 
can't take it in  So I 
gotta hawk it up, spit it on the 
microphone  Family say I 
need rehab cause I 
can't leave the 
mic alone  And for that I'm guilty, but until they kill me  I'll be nasty in the 
sense that on this record I'll be filthy  Not literally, I'm bacteria free, the 
flow is ill so  Vaccinations given couldn't kill my skill  "Chill, chill" how you gon tell me to chill doe?  When I'm hot and being slept on like a 
pillow  Better wake yo ass up when I'm on these instrumentals  I'm the 
reason half of these rappers wives turn into widows  The 
type of shit I 
been on, no toilet to sit on  Need my quarterback even though I'm sittin in the 
endzone  Filling all my rillos with the 
leaves off a 
willow  And that's how I 
get down straight up like a 
dildo, gone