[Intro: J.R. Writer]
100 Percent (100 Percent)
100 Percent, 100 Percent (100 Percent)
100 Percent (100 Percent)
100, 100 Percent (100 Percent...)

[Verse 1: J.R. Writer]
Look... I'm why ya lady is missin'
Mike Tyson on the rooftop, I got a way with these pigeons
I flex on 'em for the kill, then send it straight to the kitchen
Ya ex all in my grill, like she got face recognition
My corner looking healthy, I slide on you in the Shelby
Laughing at you while I ride by, goin' Al Sharpton wit the selfies
Wide closet full of LV, I been ballin' n***a, who cares
My flow is off the charts, the Billboard, ain't nothin' new here
I don't care about a just-due, I just do what I just do
Burn the chicken, 'fore I pluck you, Russell Simmons know I crush grooves
Want war, you will die hard, I don't really gotta come thru
Top floor of the five-star, they like 'n***a, what you up to?'
I come and loiter the scene, that's 'cuz my aura is mean
Feel like I'm workin' for Motown, how I put on the Supremes
I bring the horror to dreams, you cannot spar with the team
You don't see I'm off the hook? How could you ball wit Kareem?
Play wit me, you gettin' bogart I make a meme outta ya whole squad
'Causin' ruckus with the long nose, Hazel-E before the nose job
Catch Writer in the trap, black Viper with the black piping
While you catch rides from where you at
Your last Tidal was an App (facts)
Yea, I'm bout as rare as it be (Zeus)
You don't compare to a G, go get this weirdo a seat
I heard the flow that you write, bet you ain't hear it from me
That's cuz I always been nice, n***a, Teairra Marí
Zeus!
[Chorus: J.R. Writer]
I'm dumbin' again, I'm bouta fuck up the rim
I never come off the bench, soon as I come in the gym
I put in 100 percent, I put in 100 percent
I put in 100 percent (yeah), 100, 100 percent

[Verse 2: Don Q]
I put in 100 percent, I never come off the bench (nah)
This shit been comin' intense, I'm the n***a they don't wanna defend
I might just take off and jump out the gym (yeah)
Then I pull off in a Bent (skrt)
This where the stuntin' begin, I'll never be humble again
Watchin' out for the sneaky vibes
Movin' funny get'chu curbed quick
For the bird shit, I got a Eagle Eye
I been here before and I seen ya kind
Hope this money never leave my side
Who dat n***a? Let the streets decide
Said he lookin' at a 3 to 5
'Cause none of these pussies is legalized (nah)
N***a (yeah yeah), she said I'm covered in ice
Met her twice at the Waldorf, I bet she gon' fuck for a flight
Wesley Snipes on the ball court, I had to hustle the white
The money the love of my life, tell the promoters to double the price, bitch!

[Chorus: J.R. Writer]
I'm dumbin' again, I'm bouta fuck up the rim
I never come off the bench, soon as I come in the gym
I put in 100 percent, put in 100 percent
Put in 100 percent, 100, 100 percent...