Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Always into Something , by - Ty Dolla $ign. Release date: 27.02.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Always into Something |
| 100 miles and runnin' |
| Always into something |
| Yelling fuck the police |
| Like I’m straight up out of Compton |
| Real niggas don’t die |
| Appetite for destruction |
| Just a nigga with an 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 |
| 100 miles and runnin' |
| Always into something |
| Yelling fuck the police |
| Like I’m straight up out of Compton |
| Real niggas don’t die |
| Appetite for destruction |
| Just a nigga with an 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 the 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 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 |
| Like I’m straight up out of Compton |
| Real niggas don’t die |
| Appetite for destruction |
| Just a nigga with an attitude |
| Always into something |