Yelling fuck the police (fuck the police) Like I'm straight up out of Compton Real niggas don't die (no) Just a nigga with an attitude (attitude)
Impala on eights, dope boys on crates Swiss movement on watch, 45 on the waist Get a million dollar hustle, a rich nigga face White cocaina, rack it up on the plate Alpina Beamer with the cavalier plates (My niggas dribble down in VA on the run from the DA) H O V A, and everybody had Ye before 808s and 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 A street nigga pedigree, tryna leave a kingpin legacy Pockets fat like lettuc-e, thank you to the heavenly Father for them dollars, I got it straighter than the letter T
Yelling fuck the police (fuck the police) Like I'm straight up out of Compton Real niggas don't die (no) Just a nigga with an attitude (attitude)
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 mugs 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 facade Before that happens niggas blocks getting taked off That's how we all function, and we get it how we live 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
Yelling fuck the police (fuck the police) Like I'm straight up out of Compton Real niggas don't die (no) Just a nigga with an attitude (attitude)