0 to 100

[N0va]

From 0 to Hero! I ain't the first ONE to do it

2nd to none, but still grinding tryna prove shit

My 3rd eye blind to texts saying that this girl miss me

Whipping around my 4 door mitsubishi

You lack the drive, I'm Jackson 5

6 feet underground but the tracks survive

I'm Tryna hit that 7 – 7 – 7

Jackpots in the crackpots from felons

Getting magic 8 balls, and you know I gotta sell em

Sending em to Cloud 9, the closest thing to heaven

Lets all meet in the lobby between 10 and 11

With a 12 guage shotty, Kevlar all on my body

Mask on like it's Friday the 13th

I took 14 shots so I'm coming in with slurred speech

You can't fuck with me, like age of consent, I'm 15

Bars in without breaking a sweat

Spit a sweet sixteen like It's my birthday

Shake it up a 9.17 Magnitude earthquake

I got bad attitude like the A-Team (18)

Supply demand, never touch it cuz we stay clean

The first rhyme scheme I wrote I was nineteen

By twenty every track was a victim like I'm Weinstein

My boy Black Jack totin' em plenty guns

You at the mercy of the dealer like you hope its twenty one

Rap dudes wear Two
Two's like Ballerina's

I'm the 23 of music I'm a rapping Genius

I wish that I could do more (I wish, I wish)

That I don't get distracted and drunk off a 2-4

Look in the mirror like the 25th hour saying fuck the world, fuck the ones who hit the twin towers

I could've been a legend in my prime cemented

Held back by 26k line of credit

No Hendrix, Cobain, Winehouse, I made it past 27

With a whole lot left to fucking grind out

Guess I was never great, not till I can cop an ounce - 28

My few albums got plenty hate

Gave me max payne, like I'm holding out 2-9's

Before I hit 30, hit the billboard two times

I'm that homie that pissed in your capri sun

Just to poison you and beating out the odds 3-to-1

I'm dat dirty dude blunted making THIRTY TWO HUNDRED

Per appearance and people never heard he do nothing?

Black belt yeah I'm used to spar

Big game 33 like abdul jabbar

I rule the bars, my music coming free-flow

Time signatures, changing, doing it in ¾

These chicks love me for my dirty mind

From college students to hot milfs at 35

Do the devils ritual's like it's three 6's

Tryna sell my soul already cuz I mean business

Penthouse devils advocate remake

What's the buzzcode to enter Nova? 37-38

The cops keep hitting me dirty fines

At this rate ima still be in debt by 39

Don't pour too much, you wasting half of the 40

Cutting you off and now you mad atchyo homies

Ima drown you out for forty one seconds

Mind over matter if I learned only one lesson

I can't miss a beat or Afford to (42)

Like Kanye I don't give a fuck who you give the award to

I don't do widescreen, I'm in 4:3

I don't do High Speeds round the police

Got yo bitch here, working on her 4-4's

Sending out a group text, reaching out for more whores

I got 4 or 5 bottles left but who keeping count

Got bars like a Pus in a Cyst, yo it's leaking out

Freaking out, cuz my pad crammed with four chicks

Treat me like a joystick, Nintendo, flip the 4-6

Couldn't tell if they were 4 dimes or 4-7's

And 48 hours later I got more questions

I ain't no pop star, that working for only minors

I want golden gates, hoping for 49ers

I ain't ever cause a scene, never fuck with 5-0

The law gon cut yo arms off like venus de milo

I got my shovel I'll bury up anyone

Or give you up to the aliens in Area 51

Yeah I'll put 5 on it, give you my 2 cents

Don't be mad looking through her phone checking the nudes sent

I spit heat with this flow

I'm Like Curry Hitting 5' 3's in the quarter with a season to blow

I got MVP and I ain't even need it before, I did LSD the weekend before

I do it for my city tho

I can feel it in my bones, and I know I'm getting old but still working till I'm 54

Do Drive by's and the address is Five Five Brooklyn St -

Then meet at the Five guys, Get me Combo 5 – no 6

Send No texts, emojis or hieroglyphs

My life playing out like a Mafia Bio
Pic

In 57 years dying ill know dat my flow sick

Came to rap bars//// be more than just a pretty face

Survive 9 bullets and wonder what Fifty ate (58)

My pride gone missing so I rely on writtens

Waste my time with 59 auditions

Why you sipping lean fore you hittin the stage?

Gone in 60 seconds like Nicolas Cage

My plug don't mess with what it should weigh

It's gang shit , trust and respect in a hood way

I'm about 6”1 – 6”2 on a good day

Bleed red/ and crip blue where hood hang

Rhyming 63 times over Easy Beats

Cruising down the Street in a 6-4 like Eazy-E

I got a sick mind, and yo girl love the dick fine

If I had to measure it in inches, its like 6'5

When I was younger ,never too great at math

Rather take over the east with pen and paper pad

Take Route 66 like the Grapes of Wrath

And Go Westward bound and never face the past

As far back as time go, I was known to misbehave

Virgin Mary crying out her period pretty late

67 missed calls, stress add to my kidney weight

I was there for Martin Luther in ‘68

Charlie Manson Summer of 69

Didn't break a sweat, flinch or even get misty eyed

Helter Skelter the revolutions in the 70's

I found treasures in the depths of the seven seas

The rings ain't mine till I get a game 7 won (71)

Dirty Player Infamous like Second Son

No heavyweights, Frazier don't want these hands

I bet 72k that I rock these fans

73 Joints got me sky high like a 747 – 5 Air Marshalls closing in with they hands on they weapons

Every penstroke resulting in heavenly scriptures

Score 100 like Wilt with the 76ers

I'm Rap's New Hope, Star Wars 77

Freestyling in the front of the seven eleven

My ex tried to call me, 7 or 8 times

Missing the D, the vibes, missing the great times

I'm tryna outlive my bloodline

Box with cancer cells for 79 years – that's a punchline

Avoiding all these heartbreaks and 80-8's

The 1 Trapped in the past – trap shit ain't so great

Y'all don't want no smoke , All I know are gang members

82 strong in my squad, you can't hang with us

Like Big L, I live triple X and I got 3 eye's

That's 83 in Roman Numerals for you felines

Pussy ass bitch, the type they never wait for

Lemme hold my tongue, whats the point of all this hate for? (84)

I got so much drive, I struggle and I dug the dirt

You still settle on the 85 bus to work

Ask me what I rep ? It's Straight 6 (86) till the death of me

Number 87 way I'm diving for a penalty

It feel real my style it radiates

I can Kill Bill, Hanzo and the Crazy 88

Hip hop was blessed when I was born in 89

Now 90 Billie Jeans telling me the baby mine

Annie are you okay? She be snitchin for the next visit

Blackmail me and tryna clean up her debt limit

Smooth criminal violent the next minute

She hit 9-1 stop her fore the next digit

Not Tryna get cops involved, I got priors

But its too late they got the call

If they ask me about the charges I'm Denying Two (92)

Stash it in the safe and deny the truth

My new mixtapes never blow like C5

I meant C4, these numbers gave me a whole lot to rewind

Never get any spins On Flow 93. Five

Stop, breathe, achieve more with a free mind

Driving a blacktop 94 Caddy Deville

Money never been an issue till you add up yo bills

I'm 95% beast, 5% heat

This is just facts not a compliment seek

Winning like its 96 - MJ

Errbody fall in love with what my pen Say

Lessons and blessings on Itunes and Spotify

Waiting for Hot 97 just to call the line

98 Bombs Dropping, I'm flexing all the time

99 Problems too big for a condom size

I just keep it 100

I don't give a fuck