Octavian – 100 Degrees lyrics

(feat. Sam Wise)

[Intro: Octavian]
What you say?
You could never say it to my face
Diss me, you'll get swayed, no delay
Take my place? You ain’t got what it takes
Yo

[Chorus: Octavian]
Here with my Gs (brrr), Ps (jheeze)
Fiends (yeah), peaking (hundred)
Degrees (dead that), please (get back)
No (brrr) police (fuck feds)
No pillow talk here, I tap that and I leave
I've gotta be free (brrr, brrr)
You begging it, why? You can’t stand with the team
A hundred degrees (are you fucking dumb? I swear to god)

[Verse 1: Octavian]
Yo, remember the days me and Walid
Were still on the rise looking bummy
Realised broke ain’t being alive
So fuck it, dedicate my life to the money
Resurrect but I ain’t being no zombie
To make it out probably, fuck that
They use to cuss me, now they're all on me
Fuck it, I’m doing it properly, I love that
Like I was some mook, they look at my boogs
Like "look at your crep"
Now they see I’m up next
They backtrack their-
(Brrr, brrr, brrr)
Let a nigga intercept
You man are all shegs
Bill a zeg, I’m blessed

[Chorus: Octavian]
Here with my Gs (brrr), Ps (jheeze)
Fiends (yeah), peaking (hundred)
Degrees (dead that), please (get back)
No (brrr) police (fuck feds)
No pillow talk here, I tap that and I leave
I've gotta be free (brrr, brrr)
You begging it, why? You can’t stand with the team
A hundred degrees (are you fucking dumb? I swear to god)

[Verse 2: Sam Wise]
I’m not a mug (I’m not a, uh)
Gang, that’s my blood (gangs that’s my, ayy)
Hundred degrees (hundred de-brrr)
Step in the club
Oh, wait, oh, look, that’s Wise
Fucking it up
I am truly honoured, honestly, I’m proud
Look how far that we’ve come (look how much that we've done)
Feeling like the don dada
They be fake to my face and feel dumb
And I can’t let no one hurt my mum
Just to think what you’d do for some funds
When shit hits the fan, you Forrest Gump (you run)
Just to go off and snake all the guys
Man, I thought it was bless, man, I thought it was love
I put hours on the clock and done miles on the map
That’s up and down, no fuss

[Chorus: Octavian]
Here with my Gs (brrr), Ps (jheeze)
Fiends (yeah), peaking (hundred)
Degrees (dead that), please (get back)
No (brrr) police (fuck feds)
No pillow talk here, I tap that and I leave
I've gotta be free (brrr, brrr)
You begging it, why? You can’t stand with the team
A hundred degrees (are you fucking dumb? I swear to god)