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Ninety-Nine Percent Video (MV)




Performed By: Drew Curry
Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: Andrew Curry




Drew Curry - Ninety-Nine Percent Lyrics
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I got 99% of the shit you will never get
I got 101 bodies lying under wet cement
I give you a fraction of a second to get the f*ck up out my face
Till I turn this whole place
To a mother f*cking wake
I don't play
I just pray
That you do just what you say
I got food up in my belly
And some left up on my plate
Don't you think
For a second
That you get part of my meal
I been grinding
I been starving
Just looking for a deal
I been smoking
I been crying
Yeah I'm Just trying to heal
In the field
It gets real
Most don't know how to deal
But I'm here standing tall
Got some goals up on the wall
Call me Kobe with the ball
Denzel up on the screen
I look mean up in my pictures
Cause it's hard to give a f*ck
That bullshit yeah it miss us
We trying stack them bucks
Call me Giannas
Stand behind us
Or Knuck if you buck
Give a f*ck you call me family
Most of them people don't give a f*ck
I'm a loner leave me lonely
Till you hear how I feel
I don't chill that's the deal
When you trying to make a mill
Trying to build up my credit
Buy a building
Y'all don't get it
I been living
F*cking women
Switching lanes when I feel it
Write a movie
Write these raps
Buy some shirts
Sell it back
Make it work
Make it flip
Do a dance
I'm the man
I'm that dude
On that route
Since I was two
I been rude I been cool
I been in it I am Drew
F*ck it I go loco
I go crazy
I'm the baby
Of the family
Hard to understand me
When i go this hard
Chain me up in the yard
I'm a dog
Call the pound
It's going down
Money counter
On the ground
Hear a knock
On the door
Couple racks on the floor
Couple more in the ceiling
It's a feeling
I am blessed
Take a chance
On the check
Open up
Hit the deck
Better respect
Buttery drip
Look at the fit
I'm killing this shit
I'm making em sick
I never stop the grind
I am all about mine
From sun up to sun down
Ima get it ima go
Rain sleet or snow
I deliver like the mail
I am giving them hell
No money for the bail
Living reckless
Check to check ish
I complete the checklist
Peckish for the money
That mean I am hungry
I go dumby dumby
Ya baby mother love me
I get it bubbling
Never stumbling
Ain't I something
Leave you wondering
How I do it so well
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I got 99% of the shit you will never get
I got 101 bodies lying under wet cement
I give you a fraction of a second to get the f*ck up out my face
Till I turn this whole place
To a mother f*cking wake
I don't play
I just pray
That you do just what you say
I got food up in my belly
And some left up on my plate
Don't you think
For a second
That you get part of my meal
I been grinding
I been starving
Just looking for a deal
I been smoking
I been crying
Yeah I'm Just trying to heal
In the field
It gets real
Most don't know how to deal
But I'm here standing tall
Got some goals up on the wall
Call me Kobe with the ball
Denzel up on the screen
I look mean up in my pictures
Cause it's hard to give a f*ck
That bullshit yeah it miss us
We trying stack them bucks
Call me Giannas
Stand behind us
Or Knuck if you buck
Give a f*ck you call me family
Most of them people don't give a f*ck
I'm a loner leave me lonely
Till you hear how I feel
I don't chill that's the deal
When you trying to make a mill
Trying to build up my credit
Buy a building
Y'all don't get it
I been living
F*cking women
Switching lanes when I feel it
Write a movie
Write these raps
Buy some shirts
Sell it back
Make it work
Make it flip
Do a dance
I'm the man
I'm that dude
On that route
Since I was two
I been rude I been cool
I been in it I am Drew
F*ck it I go loco
I go crazy
I'm the baby
Of the family
Hard to understand me
When i go this hard
Chain me up in the yard
I'm a dog
Call the pound
It's going down
Money counter
On the ground
Hear a knock
On the door
Couple racks on the floor
Couple more in the ceiling
It's a feeling
I am blessed
Take a chance
On the check
Open up
Hit the deck
Better respect
Buttery drip
Look at the fit
I'm killing this shit
I'm making em sick
I never stop the grind
I am all about mine
From sun up to sun down
Ima get it ima go
Rain sleet or snow
I deliver like the mail
I am giving them hell
No money for the bail
Living reckless
Check to check ish
I complete the checklist
Peckish for the money
That mean I am hungry
I go dumby dumby
Ya baby mother love me
I get it bubbling
Never stumbling
Ain't I something
Leave you wondering
How I do it so well
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Writer: Andrew Curry
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