0 TO 100

0 TO 100 [Intro] Zero… I was cool ’til they pushed that button. Now watch this. [Hook] I go zero to a hundred, no warning, no count, Wasn’t makin’ no noise, now I’m shakin’ the house, I can sit in the back, I can chill on the couch, Then somebody get slick, now the whole mood loud. Zero to a hundred, that switch too quick, One second laid-back, next second too lit, I don’t gotta do much, I just move like this, Put my foot on the gas, make the whole gear shift. Zero, twenty, forty, sixty, eighty, gone, I don’t need no warm-up, bitch, the engine stay on, You was talkin’ real crazy when you thought I was calm, Now you lookin’ confused like, “Where that shit come from?” [Verse 1] I was quiet, that don’t mean I ain’t peep shit, I can watch from the side and still see shit, Everybody big dog ’til the leash slip, Then the bark get weak when it get deep quick. I don’t build up slow, I just snap in place, Whole attitude change, you can catch my face, I done gave too much room, now I’m takin’ my space, If you race me to the line, better pray for second place. Foot down. Needle jump. Beat knock. Speakers thump. Talk slick. Get checked. Next move. What’s next? I ain’t gotta fake pressure, that shit come natural, Brain move fast, reaction tactical, Turn one little spark to a whole damn spectacle, Zero to a hundred, bitch, the math ain’t rational. I could go from “whatever” to “what did you say?” From sittin’ real still to in everybody face, Not chasin’ nobody, I’m just settin’ the pace, And the second shit switch, I’m already away. [Pre-Hook] Don’t mistake calm for slow, Don’t mistake quiet for froze, I can sit at zero all day… But once I go? [Hook] I go zero to a hundred, no warning, no count, Wasn’t makin’ no noise, now I’m shakin’ the house, I can sit in the back, I can chill on the couch, Then somebody get slick, now the whole mood loud. Zero to a hundred, that switch too quick, One second laid-back, next second too lit, I don’t gotta do much, I just move like this, Put my foot on the gas, make the whole gear shift. Zero, twenty, forty, sixty, eighty, gone, I don’t need no warm-up, bitch, the engine stay on, You was talkin’ real crazy when you thought I was calm, Now you lookin’ confused like, “Where that shit come from?” [Verse 2 - Faster] Zero to ten, then ten to twenty, Twenty to fifty, that gap look funny, Fifty to eighty, they still ain’t ready, Hundred hit quick, now the whole thing messy. Move with intent, I don’t move for attention, Don’t need ten people givin’ me mention, I’ll sit in a room, let ’em build they impression, Then crack that illusion with one damn sentence. I don’t gotta yell just to make shit hit, But I can get loud if the shoe gon’ fit, I got too much drive just to sit and bitch, If the road get blocked, I’ma reroute quick. Left, right, cut through, lane switch, Mind fast, mouth sharp, same shit, They still on page one, I changed scripts, They look up too late and the frame switched. I’m not “almost,” bitch, I’m either on or off, Either chill in the cut or I’m takin’ it off, Ain’t no middle gear once my patience get lost, I go straight through the ceiling, don’t care what it cost. Wait. Bring it back. I said… [Beat Switch] Zero don’t mean empty, Zero mean loaded. Zero mean parked with the whole thing coded. Zero mean cool ’cause I ain’t been provoked yet, Hundred mean now you done woke what was dormant. I can go from a whisper to breakin’ the meter, From feet on the floor to ahead of the leader, Everybody wanna race ’til the road get steeper, I don’t burn out fast, bitch, I burn through speakers. I got gas in the tank and a point to prove, Not to them, to me, that’s a different fuel, I don’t wait on a crowd just to make my move, If I know where I’m headed, I’m cuttin’ straight through. No half-speed. No half-heart. No “maybe later.” I just start. No stallin’. No coastin’. No draggin’ my feet. Once I hit that hundred, better move from the street. [Final Hook] I go zero to a hundred, no warning, no count, Wasn’t makin’ no noise, now I’m shakin’ the house, You can think I’m laid-back ’cause I’m coolin’ right now, But the second I decide? Bitch, I’m OUT. Zero, twenty, forty, sixty, eighty, gone, Blink once, look again, now the whole lane gone, I don’t need no warm-up, I been ready too long, From dead still to full speed… That’s zero to a hundred.