Stalley - Always Into Something Lyrics
[Hook – Ty Dolla $ign]100 miles and runnin’Always into somethingYelling ***** the policeLike I’m straight up out of ComptonReal niggas don’t dieAppetite for destructionJust a nigga with an attitudeAlways into something[Verse 1 – Stalley]Impala on eights, dope boys on cratesSwiss movement on watch, 45 on the waistGot a million dollar hustle, a rich nigga faceWhite cocaina, rack it up on the plateAlpina Beamer with the cavalier platesMy niggas dribble down in VA on the run from the DAThat’s when niggas wore button ups and white ups likeH O V A, and everybody had Ye before 808s and HeartbreakThe streets was a shark tank, put money in the gold linkAnd loyalty was everythingYour lady held you down, with or without a wedding ringSelling dope wasn’t settlingIf you could smoke it they was selling itHard grind peddlingA street nigga pedigree, tryna leave a kingpin legacyPockets fat like lettuc-e, thank you to the heavenlyFather for them dollars, I got it straighter than the letter T[Hook][Verse 2 – Stalley]Dope man, dope man, that’s what they yellingPockets full of stones and an automatic weaponTeenage outlaws, rebels without causeLost in this jungle where everybody is flawedMiddle finger to the law, best friends lay in [?]And they wonder why our attitude’s rawA real nigga never take a fall, that’s on godOr never take on the false façadeBefore that happens niggas blocks getting taked offAppetite for destructionThat’s how we all function, and we get it how we liveEven if it’s gun bustingNumber crunching with 8 balls for fiends luncheonAnything to keep from ribs touchingRims bumping, I blame it on cubeHe says it gets funky, a subject and a predicateF the police, that’s a gangster nigga’s etiquetteAnd this nine filled with cop killers that’s sitting on my hip[Hook]
