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conversations.value: Write me a song called 100% with the following description: In “100%,” Chris and Kevin display how they give everything their all, i.e, 100%. The track was initially released as Kid Ink’s track, and a new version was cut for Boy In a Detention without Ink’s verse. However, Ink’s background vocals can still be heard in the chorus. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro]
  K-K-K-K-K-Mac, K-Mac
  [Verse 1: Kevin McCall]
  Beats I be servin' (Okay), Saks Fifth splurgin'
  Diamonds got so many cuts, call my jeweler the surgeon (Surge')
  Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, label me the virgin (Ah)
  I'm hot, b-b-burnin' like when you leave a perm in
  Everywhere I go, these hoes be diggin' in they purses for a Sharpie
  'Cause they tryna get the autograph in cursive (Cursive)
  Little bit of Coke mixed with a lot of bourbon (Bourbon)
  Got your boy leanin', sorry if my words slurrin' (Slurrin')
  Swervin' in that DB9 on purpose (Purpose)
  The roof disappear, call it magic like Irving (Irving) Johnson
  Get-Get up off my johnson (Okay, okay)
  No more ridin' dick, shawty, this ain't magic mountain
  I've been (Woah) killin', killin' every song that I been spittin' on
  And if I ain't spittin', bet it's somethin' that I've written on (Yeah)
  Can't even say it was a long road gettin' on
  Only took a year and a half and now I'm shittin' on 'em
  [Chorus: Kevin McCall, 
  Kid Ink
  , 
  Kevin McCall & Kid Ink
  ]
  G-G-Get it how I live it, come faster than I could spend it (
  Spend it
  )
  Money to the ceilin' (
  Ceilin'
  ), bitch, I'm in the buildin' (
  Yeah
  )
  I-I-I'm a giant in the room full of midgets (
  Tell 'em
  )
  Money talks, so don't say nothin' 'less you talkin' business (
  Woo
  )
  A hundred percent, 
  I go
  A hundred percent, 
  I go
  A hundred percent, 
  I go
  A hundred percent, 
  I go
   (One hunnid)
  A hundred percent, 
  I go
  A hundred percent, 
  I go
   (One hunnid)
  A hundred percent, 
  I go
  A hundred percent, 
  I go [Interlude: Kevin McCall]
  Lemme count this money
  One million, two million
  Put this up for my new car
  Save that for my baby momma
  And all you bums can keep the change
  [Verse 2: Chris Brown]
  Yeah, I got them bulletproof Ray-Bans, so haters never in my head
  Money hungry good for me, yeah, I call it wheat bread
  Ladies say I'm long strokin', yeah, that's what she said
  Crib like a castle, so I'm fuckin' on that king spread
  Haha, big ballin', fuck a loft
  And money turn me on, so I had to fuck it off
  Skinny ass nigga's pockets lookin' so bulimic
  And I never spill my drink, you can call me Tempur-Pedic
  Allergic to the haters, addicted to the money
  You askin' why I'm laughin' 'cause all of you niggas funny
  And they call me Action Jackson 'cause every d-day I'm stuntin'
  And I'm writin' hit songs like it's nothin'
  So nigga, you buggin', frontin', what you think this is, ho?
  Paparazzi tryna pop me everywhere that Chris go
  Never been no sucker, no lame-ass nigga
  And your flow is watered down than a drain-ass nigga
  [Chorus: Kevin McCall, 
  Kid Ink
  , 
  Kevin McCall & Kid Ink
  ]
  G-G-Get it how I live it, come faster than I could spend it (
  Spend it
  )
  Money to the ceilin' (
  Ceilin'
  ), bitch, I'm in the buildin' (
  Yeah
  )
  I-I-I'm a giant in the room full of midgets (
  Tell 'em
  )
  Money talks, so don't say nothin' 'less you talkin' business (
  Woo
  )
  A hundred percent, 
  I go
  A hundred percent, 
  I go
  A hundred percent, 
  I go
  A hundred percent, 
  I go
   (One hunnid)
  A hundred percent, 
  I go
  A hundred percent, 
  I go
   (One hunnid)
  A hundred percent, 
  I go
  A hundred percent, 
  I go