100 miles and into something Yelling fuck the Like I'm up out of Compton Real don't die Appetite for Just a nigga an attitude Always into
Impala on eights, dope boys on movement on watch, 45 on the waist Got a million dollar hustle, a rich nigga cocaine, rack it up on the plate Alpina with the cavalier plates My niggas dribble in VA on the run from the DEA That's when niggas wore button ups and ups like H O V A, and everybody had Ye before 808s & The streets was a shark tank, put in the gold link And loyalty was Your lady held you down, or without a wedding ring dope wasn't settling If you could smoke it was selling it grind peddling A street nigga pedigree, tryna leave a kingpin Pockets fat like Ledisi, thank you to the Father for them dollars, I got it straighter the letter T
100 miles and into something Yelling the police I'm straight up out of Compton Real don't die for destruction Just a nigga an attitude into something
Dope man, dope man, what they yelling Pockets full of stones and an automatic Teenage outlaws, without cause Lost in this jungle everybody is flawed finger to the law, best friends lay in morgues And wonder why our attitude's raw A nigga never take a fall, that's on god Or take on the false façade Before that happens 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 balls for luncheon to keep from ribs touching Rims bumping, I blame it on He says it gets funky, a subject and a F the police, that's a nigga's etiquette And nine filled with cop killers that's sitting on my hip
100 miles and into something Yelling the police Like I'm straight up out of Real don't die Appetite for Just a nigga an attitude Always into