Always Into Something

Album: Ohio (2014)
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  • 100 Miles and runnin'
    Always into something
    Yelling fuck the police (fuck the police)
    Like I'm straight up out of Compton
    Real niggas don't die (no)
    Appetite for destruction
    Just a nigga with an attitude (attitude)
    Always into something

    Impala on eights, dope boys on crates
    Swiss movement on watch, 45 on the waist
    Get a million dollar hustle, a rich nigga face
    White cocaina, rack it up on the plate
    Alpina Beamer with the cavalier plates
    (My niggas dribble down in VA on the run from the DA)
    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 lettuc-e, 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 (fuck the police)
    Like I'm straight up out of Compton
    Real niggas don't die (no)
    Appetite for destruction
    Just a nigga with an attitude (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 mugs
    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 (fuck the police)
    Like I'm straight up out of Compton
    Real niggas don't die (no)
    Appetite for destruction
    Just a nigga with an attitude (attitude)
    Always into something (something) Writer/s: Kyle Myricks, Mario Pizzini, Rashad Thomas, Tyrone William Griffin Jr
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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