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