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100 Thousand Lyrics by Sean Brown

Been hardly getting any props every time an album drops
Jealousy done got 'em blocked, my style custom, there's a stop
No, I do not think I'll part but I'mma have this where I shot
When you dig up all my crashes like you should've been on top
Grind don't stop, I ain't punching out the clock
I don't even think about it, just keep going, that's the plot

You gonna learn one thing about a nigga
You gonna learn one thing about a nigga

Yo, this is for my real ones, put your hands up
I said this is for my real ones who don't give a fuck
How we going, make it to the next day, I don't know
I ain't worry about a hoe, got my mind on my flow
More concerned in the studio than pulling off her clothes
And my bank account need at least a few more zeroes
Headed for the ground, I crash and I bounce
Shout out to the fake niggas that I thought had my back
Pressure build diamonds, well I'mma keep shining
So damn bright, all these haters get blinded
And not just skippy minding every time I get cut off
I need to go harder than '
Success is more than money 'cause with it it brings just that
They like, 'Sean Brown, please bring back the boom back'
But every time I rap that I'm like, 'Where are my check at?'
But every time I rap that

It's like I had to become a machine, I had to stop being lazy
And I learned real fast that the key is consistency
Work, work, work, work

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