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 & 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 façade
    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 Writer/s: TYRONE GRIFFIN, MARIO PIZZINI, KYLE MYRICKS, RASHAD THOMAS
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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