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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stalley
Stalley
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
K. Myrics
K. Myrics
Songwriter
R. Thomas
R. Thomas
Songwriter
T. Griffin Jr.
T. Griffin Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stalley
Stalley
Executive Producer
Mastermind
Mastermind
Executive Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Bob Horn
Bob Horn
Mixing Engineer
Rashad Thomas
Rashad Thomas
Producer

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A hundred 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 a attitude (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 A hundred miles and runnin' (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 a 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 morgues And they wonder why our attitude's raw A real nigga never take a fall, that's on God Or never take on a 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 eight 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 A hundred 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 a attitude (attitude) Always into something
Writer(s): Mario Pizzini, Tyrone Griffin, Kyle Myricks, Rashad Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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