100 and runnin' into something Yelling the police I'm straight up out of Compton Real don't die Appetite for a nigga with an attitude Always into
Impala on eights, dope on crates Swiss on watch, 45 on the waist Got a million dollar hustle, a nigga face cocaine, rack it up on the plate Alpina Beamer with the cavalier My niggas dribble down in VA on the run the DEA That's when niggas wore ups and white 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, with or without a wedding Selling dope settling If you could it they was selling it Hard grind A street nigga pedigree, leave a kingpin legacy fat like Ledisi, thank you to the heavenly Father for them dollars, I got it than the letter T
100 miles and Always into fuck the police Like I'm up out of Compton niggas don't die Appetite for a nigga with an attitude Always into
Dope man, dope man, what they yelling Pockets full of and an automatic weapon outlaws, rebels without cause Lost in this jungle where is flawed Middle finger to the law, best lay in morgues And they wonder why our raw A real nigga never a fall, that's on god Or never on the false façade that happens niggas blocks getting taked off Appetite for how we all function, and we get it how we live Even if it's gun Number crunching 8 balls for fiends luncheon Anything to keep ribs touching Rims bumping, I it on Cube He says it gets funky, a subject and a F the police, that's a nigga's etiquette And this nine filled with cop that's sitting on my hip
100 and runnin' Always into fuck the police Like I'm straight up out of Real niggas die for destruction Just a nigga an attitude into something