100 and runnin' Always into fuck the police Like I'm up out of Compton niggas don't die Appetite for Just a with an attitude into something
Impala on eights, boys on crates movement on watch, 45 on the waist Got a million hustle, a rich nigga face White cocaine, it up on the plate Alpina Beamer the cavalier plates My niggas dribble down in VA on the run the DEA That's when niggas wore button ups and white ups H O V A, and everybody had Ye 808s & Heartbreak The streets was a shark tank, put in the gold link And loyalty was Your lady held you down, or without a wedding ring Selling dope wasn't If you smoke it they was selling it Hard grind A street pedigree, tryna leave a kingpin legacy Pockets fat like Ledisi, thank you to the Father for dollars, I got it straighter than the letter T
100 miles and Always into fuck the police Like I'm up out of Compton Real niggas die for destruction Just a nigga with an Always something
Dope man, dope man, that's they yelling Pockets of stones and an automatic weapon Teenage outlaws, rebels cause in this jungle where everybody is flawed Middle finger to the law, best friends lay in And they why our attitude's raw A real nigga never take a fall, on god Or never take on the false that happens niggas blocks getting taked off Appetite for That's how we all function, and we get it how we Even if it's gun Number crunching with 8 for fiends luncheon Anything to keep from ribs Rims bumping, I blame it on He says it gets funky, a and a predicate F the police, that's a gangster nigga's And this nine with cop killers that's sitting on my hip
100 and runnin' Always into Yelling fuck the Like I'm up out of Compton Real don't die Appetite for Just a nigga with an into something