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