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