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King Von
King Von
Stimme und Gesang
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Dayvon Bennett
Dayvon Bennett
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Paul williams jr
Paul williams jr
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Mac Fly
Mac Fly
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Lyrics

Know to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, baow (what? Von, Von) Know the fuck I been through, nigga, the fuck I done lost Huh? What? You don't wanna be me (nah), lil' nigga, you don't wanna be me, nah (huh?) You don't wanna be me (nah), lil' nigga, you don't wanna be me (uh-uh) It was hard in the streets (it was hard), growin' up, it's either him or it's me (huh? What?) It be hard in the streets (it was hard), growin' up, it's either him or it's me (damn, damn, damn) You don't wanna be me (uh-uh), lil' nigga, you don't wanna be me, nah (what?) You don't wanna be me (uh-uh), lil' nigga, you don't wanna be me (uh-uh) It was hard in the streets (it be hard), growin' up, it's either him or it's me (huh? What?) It be hard in the streets (it was hard), growin' up, it's either him or it's me (damn, damn, damn) It was hard just to make it (what?), real shit, I ain't sayin' no fake shit (uh-uh) Grew up 78th, grandma basement (what?), then we moved to Parkway, it was gated (damn, damn) I'm like, "Damn, where we stayin'?" (what? Huh?), first night, gunshots, they ain't playin' Had to sleep on the floor, we was on the first floor (boom, boom, boom) Boy, stay away from that window (boom, boom, boom) See, this where it started (yeah, yeah), three floors, eight floors, them apartments (yeah) Section 8, baby mamas and toddlers (huh?), killers, rapers and robbers (damn) See, I adapt to that shit though, I had to fight every day, I was still new (I was new) They ain't know me, we ain't go to the same school (same school) Prolly mad 'cause I always had on new shoes (damn, damn) See, that's what that crack do (yeah), stepdad sellin' drugs in the trap too (yeah, huh?) Used to have his own place in the house too, grandma used to say he was bad news, huh? (Damn, damn) Fuck that, I'm in high school (I'm in high school), Hyde Park, food fights in the lunchroom (in them lunchroom) Got jumped on the bus one time too (what? What?), same day, Joey came up to the school too (damn, damn) Then shots got to ringin' (boom, boom), caught Joey in the act, Gucci leaked him (boom, boom) He got hit in the side, but he breathin' (damn), police right there, he was tweakin' (damn) But this how it started (yeah), you don't wanna be me, I'm retarded Locked up, 16 for a robbery (what?) mama, come see me, I'm sorry, please (yeah) You don't wanna be me, all the shit I did done in the streets (huh?) All the shit I done lost, I done turned myself a boss, can't believe I lost LilBossT, damn You don't wanna be me, lil' nigga, you don't wanna be me, nah You don't wanna be me, lil' nigga, you don't wanna be me It was hard in the streets (it was hard), growin' up, it's either him or it's me It be hard in the streets (it be hard), growin' up, it's either him or it's me Now life got different (got different), I done did my time, I'm chillin' (I'm chillin') 2012 if you wanna be 'pecific (what?), I lost O and Patoon, that killed me (damn) See, that's changin' the plans now, all that shit I said in jail ain't the plan now Gotta get my hands dirty, pull that mask out, get caught by King Von, boy, you assed out (boom, boom) See, I'm tweakin' again (huh? What?), lost Sheroid, I can't see him again (huh? Damn) Now I'm back out skiin' again (there he go, come here), I mean slidin', ain't no motherfuckin' hidin', nah, uh .9s, 40s, extensions (uh-huh), keep it movin' if you not the victim (uh-huh) Mind yo' bidness, we don't need no witness (uh-huh), heard you got you a son, better kiss him, huh? 'Cause shit'll get crazy (yeah-yeah), he get caught, and he say that you made him (damn) Bullet holes in his mouth, straight face him (boom, boom), all the thoughts in his head, just erase 'em (boom, boom) Now back to the basics (uh), back booked, eight months, that's crazy (that's crazy) 45 Glock on me, no safety (no safety), police hopped out, then chased me (damn) I got caught, I was tweakin' (damn), back in jail with a celly, he stinkin' (damn) Kayla told me, "Fuck them hos, they freakin'" (egh), God put you back in here for a reason (uh, uh) You don't wanna be me (nah), lil' nigga, you don't wanna be me, nah You don't wanna be me, lil' nigga, you don't wanna be me (uh-uh) It was hard in the streets (it be hard), growin' up, it's either him or it's me (what? Huh?) It be hard in the streets (it be hard), growin' up, it's either him or it's me Back at it again (yeah), took some time, now I'm back out the pen (out the pen) Lost my brothers L'A and J-Money (damn), house arrest and I'm totin' the Sig (yeah) Yeah, I'm on the band (band), spin the block if you miss him again (again) Run up, hit his chest and his head (and his head) Roll him up, now we smokin' the dead (boom, boom, boom, boom) See, '14 was bussin' (it was bussin'), leave him there, don't touch him, he gushin' (he gusin') He was tough, he got shot, he pussy (he pussy), ambulance couldn't make it, he cushy, damn Now I'm back on my dummy, investigation room, this is not funny (it ain't funny) I'm not hungry, you keep your bologna (you can keep it) Let me out 'cause they ain't got shit on me, huh? (Yeah) Now me and Varney slide (yeah, slide), got a bitch in the car, she just drivin' (she just drivin') We hopped out, we was blastin' and wildin' (we be wildin') Guns so loud we ain't hearin' the sirens (boom, boom) But 12 'nem was comin' (what?) we ain't talkin', no time for discussion Took the case, man, that bitch was 100, until she fucked on the opp, now she nothin', damn Damn (what?), damn, damn, they don't wanna be me, no, lil' nigga, what? All the shit that I did in these streets, uh Nigga, I probably can't get no peace Can't even go to sleep, catch a nigga, put his ass to sleep, what? Huh? Lil' nigga, you don't wanna be me Uh, uh, lil' nigga, you don't wanna be me
Writer(s): Dayvon Bennett, Paul Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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