音乐视频
音乐视频
制作
出演艺人
Stalley
领唱
Ty Dolla $ign
声乐
作曲和作词
K. Myrics
词曲作者
T. Griffin Jr.
词曲作者
Rashad Thomas
词曲作者
制作和工程
Stalley
监制
Mastermind
监制
Chris Athens
母带工程师
Bob Horn
混音工程师
Rashad Thomas
制作人
歌词
[Verse 1]
(Elevate mother fuckin' game)
[Verse 2]
A hundred miles and runnin'
Always into something
Yellin' fuck the police (Fuck the police)
Like I'm straight up outta Compton
Real **** don't die (Nope)
Appetite for destruction
Just a **** with an attitude
Always into something
[Verse 3]
Impala on eights, dope boys on crates
Swiss movement on watch, forty five on the waist
Got a million dollar hustle, a rich **** fake
White cocaine, rockin' up on the plate
Alpina Beamer with the Cavalier plates
(My **** dribble down in VA on the run from the DA)
That's when **** wore buttons ups and white ups
Like H-O-V-A and everybody had Ye before 808's and Heartbreaks
The streets was a shark tank
Put money in the gold link and loyalty was everything
Your lady held you down, with or with a wedding ring
Selling dope wasn't settlin'
If you could smoke it, they was sellin' it
Hard grind peddlin'
Street **** 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 leather T
[Verse 4]
A hundred miles and runnin'
Always into something
Yellin' fuck the police (Fuck the police)
Like I'm straight up outta Compton
Real **** don't die (Nope)
Appetite for destruction
Just a **** with an attitude
Always into something
[Verse 5]
Dope man, dope man, that's what they yellin'
Pockets full of stones and the automatic weapon
Teenage outlaws, rebels without 'cause
Lost in this jungle but everybody is flawed
Middle finger to the law, that's friends lay in morgues
And they wonder why our attitudes raw
A real **** never take a fall, that's on God
Or never take on the false facade
Before that happens **** blocks gettin' taked off
Appetite for destruction
That's how we all function and we get it how we live
Even if it's gun bustin'
Number crunchin' with eight balls for fiends lunchin'
Anything to keep from ribs touchin'
Rims bumpin', I blame it on Cube
Says it gets funky, a subject and a predicate
F the police, that's against a **** edict
And this nine filled with cop killers that sittin' on my hip
[Verse 6]
A hundred miles and runnin'
Always into something
Yellin' fuck the police (Fuck the police)
Like I'm straight up outta Compton
Real **** don't die (Nope)
Appetite for destruction
Just a **** with an attitude
Always into something
Written by: K. Myrics, Kyle Myricks, Mario Pizzini, R. Thomas, T. Griffin Jr., Tyrone Griffin
