Keep it one hundred, I’m one hundred and one

I ain’t talking dalmatians up under the sun

On the road to Damascus, gun and a suit

You either coming with some products or you coming for loot

I’m coming with the peace so I’m chucking the deuce

I ain’t tryna run a train I’m just in the caboose

And I’m tryna give these ****** the truth

I ain’t ‘bout to spazz on ‘em, give ‘em light

I’m just doing my Zeus

Rubbing on her body just like a masseuse

And it’s money like a hobby for you to seduce

But if you blink twice ***** you can Maduse

See the snakes in here, look there's hate in there

I pray that you ****** all playing fair

You can’t help but stare as you face the glare, yeah

I’m not up on in short yellow

With a helmet on my head while I’m eating marshmallows

Playing jigsaw while I’m picking off devils

I can rock this **** on all levels

Straight up out the ES, journey over BS

I’m like a hundred kilos stuffed in the Prius

I’m going hard ‘til they free us

Hold up wait a minute

Let me put some season in this Gumbo

Hold up wait a minute

Let me put some season in this Gumbo

Whole lot of flavor, flavor

Whole lot of flavor, flavor

Whole lot of flavor, flavor

Whole lot of flavor, for you

Whole lot of flavor, flavor

Whole lot of flavor, flavor

Whole lot of flavor, flavor

Whole lot of flavor, for you

Have you ever put your hand over fire just to see what you could tolerate?

And you can find no escape

Life is a Dominatrix waiting for **** to pollinate

To make you mind your mistakes

Keeping my chin down, nose clean, with my guards up

Charged up ‘cause this ghetto got me scarred up

Yes, I’m the child with the crookedest smile

Look at my foul, look at what the star bucks

You can’t swim if you don’t paddle

Wake up in the morning with my nose to the gravel

Bloodhound, for that federal reserve note

That’s when I noticed the switch ****** just turned coats

It's the way of the world, carry the weight of the world

Carry a blade too, for they forsake you

Yeah, I’m the vision, from the night I was born

To be the eye of the tiger in the eye of the storm

I own a clock, ain’t no need for alarms

Just get on your A-game when it’s time to perform

Yeah, and I can show you what it feels like

The moment they want you defeated but yet you still fight

So what it feel like?

Hold up wait a minute

Let me put some season in this Gumbo

Hold up wait a minute

Let me put some season in this Gumbo

Whole lot of flavor, flavor

Whole lot of flavor, flavor

Whole lot of flavor, flavor

Whole lot of flavor, for you

Whole lot of flavor, flavor

Whole lot of flavor, flavor

Whole lot of flavor, flavor

Whole lot of flavor, for you

- "Hold up, wait a minute / Let me put some season in this gumbo"

- *****, shut the **** up!

Hey, hey! I'm tryna play you this new Rock, and you still singin' that ****.

No *****, new Rock! My *****...

- But it ain't this gumbo from Mrs. Johnson

- Man, **** you and Mrs. Johnson!

- *****, what you sayin? That's my Sunday school teacher, dawg.

Look, if it ain't better than this gumbo I got from Mrs. Johnson,

then we gon’have some real problems, man. I'm just sayin'

- Look, my *****. Relax, my *****. Listen to this ****