Cole Pierce - 100

(Responsibility, that’s what gives life meaning)
(It’s like lift a load, then you can tolerate yourself right?)
(Cause look at you’re useless, easily hurt...)
(Easily killed, why should you have any self-respect?)
(That’s the story of the fall, pick something up and carry it...)
(Make it heavy enough so that you can say...)
(“Yeah well, useless as I am at least I can move that from there to there”)
I want a hundred million dollars
A house in New York City
A hundred chandeliers that hanging way below the ceiling
Wanna stay up out my feelings, cause that don’t get me paid
Instead I want a hundred bitches chilling where I lay
Don’t fall in love with no one homie stay up in yo lane
Cause when she leaves, you’ll need a hundred bottles just to numb the pain
Oh I changed?
If you see me you know I don’t give a damn
To be a hundred this my ego speaking to you I’m the man, bitch
I’m the man bitch, I manage make
Like a canvas, I hop up on the beat and start to paint
Networking everyday, expert at making bank
My net worths gon be double yours by the time I’m 28
I’ll be, investing in assets while you sit on your ass
I can’t relate cause being lazy ain’t in my vocab
I’m not, throwing shade this is just the way that I rap
If you getting offended maybe you should get in your bag, instead
I’ve had to sacrifice an arm and a leg
Just to get where I’m at today and I ain’t even begin
I know people with lots of potential that won’t be shit
They think we eat, sleep, and die that’s why we can’t be friends
But I blame it on the system for keeping em down
With no role models to lead the way they just sheep in a crowd
But it ain’t too late, if you got dreams start believing em’ now
The only one holding you back is you, it’s time to make some moves cause
I want a hundred million dollars
A house in New York City
A hundred chandeliers that hanging way below the ceiling
Wanna stay up out my feelings, cause that don’t get me paid
Instead I want a hundred bitches chilling where I lay
Don’t fall in love with no one homie stay up in yo lane
Cause when she leaves, you’ll need a hundred bottles just to numb the pain
Oh I changed?
If you see me you know I don’t give a shit
To be a hundred I don’t got a ego call it confidence, ay
I’m confident, confidential when I choose
Like a 64’ impala I lay low when making moves
I can’t talk about my business cause they plotting on the dude
They still always talk about me like they saw me on the news
Oh, who’s Cole, white boy that be balling like Caruso
They didn’t know a year ago but now they say he too cold
When the buzzer sounds can’t be fucking round’ with no fools gold
So I don’t want a chain unless Johnny Dang gave it kudos
Yeah I’ve never been materialistic, but that’s the past
Right now I’m trynna make me a living and get this cash
In high school I put my dreams to fruition and went to class
But I was writing rhymes the whole time my headphones blast
Teachers wondering like what his parents doing wrong
Little do they know a year or so they’ll hear my newest song
On the radio and they gon’ know my moneys long
Momma I just graduated but I’m moving on cause
I want a hundred million dollars
A house in New York City
A hundred chandeliers that hanging way below the ceiling
Wanna stay up out my feelings, cause that don’t get me paid
Instead I want a hundred bitches chilling where I lay
Don’t fall in love with no one homie stay up in yo lane
Cause when she leaves, you’ll need a hundred bottles just to numb the pain
Oh I changed?
Well that probably means that you just stayed the same
To be a hundred witchu this is just the way that I was raised
Ay, this the way that I was raised
Ay, this the way that I was raised
Ay, this the way that I was raised
Fuck a ego this the way that I was raised
(It’s Cole)
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Written by:
Cole Pierce

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