Stalley - Always Into Something (Remix) lyrics

[Hook] 100 miles and runnin’ Always into something Yelling f** the police Like I’m straight up out of Compton Real n*ggas don’t die Appetite for destruction Just a n*gga with an attitude Always into something [Verse] Impala on eights, dope boys on crates Swiss movement on watch, 45 on the waist Got a million dollar hustle, a rich n*gga face White c**aine, rack it up on the plate Alpina Beamer with the cavalier plates My n*ggas dribble down in VA on the run from the DEA That’s when n*ggas wore bu*ton 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 n*gga 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 [Hook] [Verse] 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 n*gga never take a fall, that’s on god Or never take on the false façade Before that happens n*ggas 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 n*gga’s etiquette And this nine filled with cop k**ers that’s sitting on my hip [Hook]