Lyrks
Lyrks
Sign In
Cover Art

02100 Lyrics by Ricky Conaway

0

Fuck bein' on that chill shit..
R-I-C-K-Y..

Uh, Mr. Ricky in the cut hoe
If ya see me I recommend not to run slow
Automatic high, but it's tricky and you must know
I ain't never put in any sticky in the blunt though
Slip into the front door, tippin' up on one toe
Gotta keep it quiet or I'll trip and let the gun blow
I be puttin' work in every night until the sun go
Up and then I sleep and do it all again once more, pronto
Nod your head and start clap along
I roam around and scope a town like I'm a vagabond
I'm makin' magic with every track that I'm rappin' on
But I ain't even grab a wand, I'm passin' at the crack of dawn
Ya hear that? the smack, was the assassin gong
So if you're wise and you're a rapper better pass along
If you ignore me you'll get more than just a battle scar
Better insert a tac if you wanna know where your ass'll spawn
Cause I'm like Gordon on the final lap
Every rap I have is worth more than a designer bag
All these guys are bad, super borin' and it's kinda sad
Give it bout a year and we won't be able to find they ass
Put em in a body bag
They sleep deep, forget about an insomniac
You better backup, but I ain't talkin' Johnny Man hit wit that karate hand
All these dead rappers got it lookin' like it's Zombieland, got it man?
And we focus on survival
0 to 100 boy you know it's in the title
Lemme say it all again so I can get it in your head
If they ain't dead yet, these rappers goin' suicidal
I'll never slow until the final day I fall into the coffin
I'll be flowin' on arrival bitch I'm hard I'll never soften
They be smokin' in a cycle call it Marley wit a Harley
I be totin' wit a rifle and I'm sorry you're the target and I'm itchin'
Quit it wit the snitchin' and the bitchin'
Even all the richest wanna be in my position but I'm broke
So what's that gotta tell you bout Ricky?
Thanks a lot for waitin' as I try to sound witty
In 2012 I started doin' this for real
Nothin' on my side I told myself to get a deal
So I'm all up with pen and pad, every night a late night
Walkin' into Weber's ask me how I feel, still I know Im kinda ill
I'm gettin' sicker every single second
That's a signal homie try to find a different method
I'm tryna deal wit everybody while I'm independent
Spittin' filthy and there ain't a frickin' disinfectant
Takin' a rest ain't on my schedule
Gettin' straight to the point, decimal
Uh, I'm nothin' less than professional
Bitch I am just an extraterrestrial
When it comes to rappin' y'all are nothin' but illegible
So I don't have a choice, I gotta be very skeptical
But I guess it is perceptual
Fuck it when I rap everyone in the game is edible
("I am the best in the world")
My wallet still is pretty paper thin
Rap to make a milli shit, enough of all the labelin'
A lot of rappers play pretend, I came up in the game went
0 to 100 real quick call me Chamberlain..

Fuck bein on that chill shit..
"Do I have everybody's attention now?"
Credits
Ricky Conaway

Ricky Conaway

About “02100” by Ricky Conaway

Read the complete lyrics to "02100" by Ricky Conaway. On Lyrks you can follow along with the full text, explore the artist's discography, and discover related songs. The track is often categorized under Rap.

"02100" is performed by Ricky Conaway. This page provides the full lyric text for fans who want to sing along, study the songwriting, or compare versions across releases. Lyrks organizes lyrics by artist and song slug so you can bookmark and share a stable URL. Music lyrics help listeners connect with emotion, narrative, and rhythm in a track. Whether you are learning English, researching a favorite chorus, or preparing for karaoke, having accurate line breaks and section labels (verse, chorus, bridge) makes the experience easier. We link to the official artist profile on Lyrks where available, including biography snippets, top songs, and chart placements when we have that data. If you enjoy "02100", explore more songs by Ricky Conaway using the links below. Chart and trending pages on Lyrks highlight what listeners are searching for this week. For copyright or correction requests, see our DMCA and contact pages.

View all songs and biography for Ricky Conaway · Trending lyrics · Billboard Hot 100

Frequently asked questions

"02100" is credited to Ricky Conaway. Songwriting credits may include additional writers listed on the release; check the credits section on this page for linked collaborators.

Album information for "02100" is not available in our database yet. You can still read the full lyrics on this page.

Visit the Ricky Conaway artist page at /artist/ricky-conaway for biography, popular tracks, and links to more lyric pages.

Box With God (Control)
Attention Everybody... (Intro)
5PM In Toms River
Angel Dust (Married To The King) [Freestyle]
Beggin’
44 Bars
Actin Crazy REMIX (FULL SONG)
Big Rings (REMIX)
Lyrks
Lyrks

Your gateway to the world of music lyrics.

Product

Features

Company

About

Artists

Trending

Legal

Privacy

Terms

Copyright

Support

Contact

Features

Charts

© 2026 Lyrks. All rights reserved.