When you up, you up and when you down, you down   But when you fall off just peep out who still come around   It ain't too many gon' hold you down   When you down and not on ya luck   But I'ma be right by your side even when that road get rough      I keep it cool when the streets is hot   And all your friends that soon forgot   They leavin' you all alone to rot   But I'll be there till you back on top      I'm down with you with no strings   No matter what, one hundred or more than a few   I'm gettin' that paper to feed my crew   And no matter what you goin' through, I'm stayin' true      I know you been searchin' for someone   To keep it one hundred   So tired of mixed love and bullshit   And keep keepin' it comin'      Damn right, he came up from nothin'   But now he's got money   And he's feedin' his people   Ain't no one of 'em gon' ever go hungry      I represent Mo' City until the day I die   I speak the truth even when I say a lie   Even lil' babies know better than to play with I   Would be to lost and never found to say bye bye      Y'all already know I got a lot of evil in me   But I got a lot of that love shit too   'Cause I promise I'm in love with my ride   And I'm in love with what it's sittin' on   Bitch and my pants so blue      Thanks to Paul Wall   You already know I got love for ya bro   My cup empty yo cup, if you less pour some mo'   My nigga T-Faris and J-Dawg   And even my old school nigga fuck      When they show us hate, we gon' show 'em back love   Now but last year would've been a different scene   But I'ma let you make it   'Cause I'm really tryna keep it one hundred   So stay the fuck away from me, please      I know you been searchin' for someone   To keep it one hundred   So tired of mixed love and bullshit   And keep keepin' it comin'      Damn right, he came up from nothin'   But now he's got money   And he's feedin' his people   Ain't no one of 'em gon' ever go hungry      Homie, I'm different like a alien   Drivin' in that mothership, it's black, it's midnight   I'm sittin' high up on that numbers list   Wet from all this paper rain but now I'm never drowsy   They talk but I can't even hear the way they whisper 'bout me      Even if they doubt me, haters I'm off limits   Blowin' cake, oh yeah, I make desert for a livin'   So many times I swear I spare my last one hundred   Like a grade in the class, now that's extra credit      I know you been searchin' for someone   To keep it one hundred   So tired of mixed love and bullshit   And keep keepin' it comin'      Damn right, he came up from nothin'   But now he's got money   And he's feedin' his people   Ain't no one of 'em gon' ever go hungry