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