Grandson Album Lyrics by King Von

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Don't Miss

Von (known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga, Doe, baow)

In the streets, we play for keeps (we play for keeps)
This chess, not checkers, lil' nigga, don't play with me (nah, nah)
Around here, you gotta pay a fee (gotta pay your fee)
Soon as somebody die around here, they be blamin' me (who? Who?)
See, you won't get the chance to breathe (uh)
I hurt you, make you stay inside, a curfew (what? Huh?)
I keep two straps like I'm Urkel (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Play with Grandson, they gon' hurt you (boom, boom, boom)

Shoot at the chest (boom), don't miss
We want him stretched (uh-uh)
He gone, nigga, who next?
He drew a foul and got hit with the TEC (rrah, rrah)
Think I'ma show my respect (uh-huh)
Funeral, pull up with flowers and gats (what? Boom)
His cousin and uncle got hit in the back (boom, boom)
If we say it's war, then it's that (then it's that)

Left my old ho when I got me a new bitch (uh-huh)
Thirty-thousand to the dentist, get my tooth fixed
Niggas kept playin', ain't even wanna do this (uh-huh)
But I do this, I pull up and I shoot shit (rrah, rrah)
We hit up your car
Tires flat, yo' ass ain't gettin' far
Flex and you get robbed
Make your wish, you ever seen a shooting star?
But nah, you haven't (nah)
You ain't even met your daddy (uh-uh)
You ain't even got no credit, Lil' Boosie and Webbie (what?)
King Von he a savage (huh, he a savage, damn)
Damn, where my manners? (Where?)
New crib came with cameras (huh?)
Duck got nailed, no hammers (uh-huh)
F*ck my opps, nigga, excuse my grammar
Bathing Ape hoodie and the clip bananas, yeah (rrah, rrah)
Duck your antennas (duck your shit)
Got gifts like Santa (what? Huh?)
I shoot it like Tony Montana (boom, boom)
No, they can't stand us
Real niggas stand up (stand up, stand up)
I got my bands up (bands up)
Still'll make you put your hands up (grrah, grrah)
Ooh, his shit, they ain't sayin' nothin' (what?)

Shoot at the chest, don't miss
We want him stretched (uh-uh, yeah)
He gone, nigga, who next? (Boom, boom, boom)
He drew a foul and got hit with the TEC (rrah, rrah)
Think I'ma show my respect (uh-huh)
Funeral, pull up with flowers and gats (what? Boom)
His cousin and uncle got hit in the back (boom, boom)
If we say it's war, then it's that (damn, gang)

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Real Oppy

(Tahj Money)
What?
Look

Man, niggas lookin' real oppy
He dead, change the topic
I got out, they can't stop (nah)
James Harden, Houston Rock'
In my pocket, I'ma pop (boom)
I turn up the party (yeah)
I get high and start shit (what?)
In this bitch, they play the opps shit (yeah, boom, boom)
Won't let shit slide, we slide with mopsticks
I want it, I'ma cop it (yeah)
I get mad, I cash out tens (what?)
Tell lil' folks to pop
Red and bop, over dead (damn)
These niggas over scared (they is)
They better go back in the house 'fore we come over there (what? Huh)

I'm colder than a polar bear (freeze)
My neck, solar flare (bling, baow)
They sentence me for killin' beats (yeah)
They gon' give me the chair (damn, damn)
DJ, tell 'em I wasn't there (nah, nah)
Play this if you ain't scared (yeah)
This club go up, we throwin' chairs (what?)
You better duck your head (boom, boom)
I pull up like, "What was said?"
If he wanna fight, I'll beat his ass
And if that bitch get mad, and he gon' get his gun, we got FNs
Put a switch up on a Ten (grrah, rrah-rrah-rrah)
Hit him and all his friends
I got bodies and I got bands (bands), shout-out to all my fans
And I got hands too (uh-huh), Amiri pants too (uh-huh)
Jordan, Dior, I ain't woo
These Chanels brand new
Police come, I'm gettin' loose (von)
Scramble, Cam Newton (scram, scram)
I'm rich, I ain't lootin' (nah)
Get caught, I ain't do it (nah)

Man, niggas lookin' real oppy
He dead, change the topic
I got out, they can't stop (nah)
James Harden, Houston Rock'
In my pocket, I'ma pop (boom)
I turn up the party (yeah)
I get high and start shit (what?)
In this bitch, they play the opps shit (yeah, boom, boom)
Won't let shit slide, we slide with mopsticks
I want it, I'ma cop it (yeah)
I get mad, I cash out tens (what?)
Tell lil' folks to pop
Red and bop, over dead (damn)
These niggas over scared (they is)
They better go back in the house 'fore we come over there (what? Huh)

It's like 2 A.M. (uh), ridin' with my mans (yeah)
He don't want no hoes (uh-uh), he just wanna spin (go)
Soon as I stop the wheel, do that nigga in (grr)
You like how it feel? Do that shit again (uh)
Ballin' like my name Thompson, came in with my twin
Ballin' like I'm Ja Morant, I keep my FN (you know that)
I stay talkin' cash shit, we got all the Ms
I can't get her off my dick, this lil' bitch a fan (fan)
Put in work like Von did for the WIIC, got niggas blammed up
Told Smurk, "I'm pullin' up with my stick, I'm in the Lamb' truck" (right now)
I'll point this bitch at whoever, keep your hands up (what up?)
What the f*ck you niggas stand for?

Man, niggas lookin' real oppy (Von)
He dead, change the topic
I got out, they can't stop (nah)
James Harden, Houston Rock'
In my pocket, I'ma pop (boom)
I turn up the party (yeah)
I get high and start shit (what?)
In this bitch, they play the opps shit (yeah, boom, boom)
Won't let shit slide, we slide with mopsticks
I want it, I'ma cop it (yeah)
I get mad, I cash out tens (what?)
Tell lil' folks to pop
Red and bop, over dead (damn)
These niggas over scared (they is)
They better go back in the house 'fore we come over there (what? Huh)

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HitMan

(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

They call that boy HitMan (huh?), mission complete
He runnin' up, hittin' his target (boom, boom, boom, boom)
He gettin' up close, turn that boy to a ghost (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
He should be labelled a marksman
He set his whole block on fire like arson (grrah, grrah)
So don't try to be Clark Kent (nah)
Green beam on the Glock, call it kryptonite (huh?)
300, but he's not a Spartan (boom, boom)
They call that boy HitMan (what?), mission complete
He runnin' up, hittin' his target (boom, boom)
He gettin' up close (huh?), Turn that boy to a ghost
He should be labelled a marksman (yeah, yeah)
He set his whole block on fire like arson (grrah, grrah)
So don't try to be Clark Kent (come here)
Green beam on the Glock, call it kryptonite (huh?)
300, but he's not a Spartan (boom, boom)
They call that boy HitMan

See, I'm in the streets, and they in the way like a speed hump (boom, drill)
I jumped off that porch and started smokin' shit (boom)
Keep a stick on me like a tree trunk (boom, boom)
I been drillin' shit for a long time (long time)
I turned this shit into a hobby, nigga (uh-huh)
He was tryna make it to the NBA (what?)
And I was tryna catch me a body, nigga (boom, boom, boom)
Coolin' with gang and some older niggas, they was showin' me how to move (how to move)
Catch me on the block, totin' mops and slidin' on the opps when I'm not at school
Lurk and caught a nigga then I rocked his ass (slide, ride)
By the third shot, hollow dropped his ass (boom, boom)
I stood over him and then I sparked his ass
They done red taped and brown boxed his ass (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like what's up now? He should never lacked with his goofy ass (nah)
They done came back and tried to slide for 'em (bitch-ass nigga)
But they missed, what the f*ck was they shootin' at? (Huh?)
I be shootin', them niggas ain't shootin' back (boom)
He ain't movin', I think he in cardiac (boom, boom)
Got some niggas locked down up in Pontiac
Take the soul out his chest, he ain't comin' back (boom, boom)

They call that boy HitMan (huh?), mission complete
He runnin' up, hittin' his target (boom, boom, boom, boom)
He gettin' up close, turn that boy to a ghost (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
He should be labelled a marksman
He set his whole block on fire like arson (grrah, grrah)
So don't try to be Clark Kent (nah)
Green beam on the Glock, call it kryptonite (huh?)
300, but he's not a Spartan (boom, boom)
They call that boy HitMan (what?), mission complete
He runnin' up, hittin' his target (boom, boom)
He gettin' up close (huh?), turn that boy to a ghost
He should be labelled a marksman (yeah, yeah)
He set his whole block on fire like arson (grrah, grrah)
So don't try to be Clark Kent (come here)
Green beam on the Glock, call it kryptonite (huh?)
300, but he's not a Spartan (boom, boom)
They call that boy HitMan

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Phil Jackson

Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh (Von)

I keep callin' plays like I'm Phil Jackson
We got Glocks and K's 'cause the field crackin' (grrah, grrah)
Goofy better tuck his chain (what?), my lil' vultures will snatch it (huh? Huh?)
You could die a hundred ways, don't blink 'cause it will happen (boom, boom)
I ain't in no rush to save (nah), I drove real fast (yeah, yeah)
My bitch bad like she will not behave (huh?), she get real ratchet (yeah, yeah)
Long nights in the dog pound (damn), what if I was still trappin'? (What? Huh?)
Baby AR make 'em fall down (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah), hundred shots, he still clappin'

You know Von, I'm known to go in (go)
Niggas hoes, they be wearin' sew-ins (yeah, yeah)
I got out, f*cked five of her friends (Von)
Bet a bitch won't cheat on me again
I get out my body, I got bodies, this a hobby, nigga (yeah, yeah, huh?)
I get off that pill, I'm gon' score and Shaq can't stop me, nigga (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Your main bitch, I probably hit her (yeah), and your homie's sister (uh-huh)
Even though that's folk's cousin (yeah), man, f*ck your homie's sister (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Out here since a shorty, kept a 40, I wasn't never worried (nah, nah)
Teacher asked me what I want to do, I told her shoot (huh? What? Huh?)
She think I'm talkin' 'bout some Stephen Curry (boom, boom, boom)
Man, niggas better hurry, hurry (run)
We throwin' hail marys (grrah), you catch this, you gettin' buried (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Smokin' on that Terry Berry, they left him Bloody Mary (ooh)
These niggas play, act like they gay, I pull up with more clips than Tyler Perry (grrah, grrah)

I keep callin' plays like I'm Phil Jackson (callin' plays)
We got Glocks and K's (huh?) 'cause the field crackin' (go, huh?)
Goofy better tuck his chain, my lil' vultures will snatch it (Von, Von)
You could die a hundred ways, don't blink 'cause it will happen (damn, damn, damn)
I ain't in no rush to save (yeah), I drove real fast (huh?)
My bitch bad like she will not behave, she get real ratchet (I just keep goin')
Long nights in the dog pound, what if I was still trappin'?
Baby AR make 'em fall down, hundred shots, he still clappin'

He think he turnt up, he finally seen it, yeah, we been havin' (who?)
My squad don't give no f*ck, we tear shit up just like I'm Bin Laden (go)
Runnin' to them bucks (huh?), my Gucci scuffed (run), now I got rich habits (run)
I done had enough, might let it bust if they don't quit cappin' (damn, damn, damn)
Uh (yeah), now reload
And I can't see straight off the X 'cause I just keep rollin' (I just keep rollin')
Sippin' Henny in my cup, I can't keep focus (I be sippin')
He cuffed that bitch, he fell in love, I make her deep throat it (grrah, grrah)

I keep callin' plays like I'm Phil Jackson (callin' plays)
We got Glocks and K's (huh?) 'cause the field crackin' (grrah, grrah)
Goofy better tuck his chain (what?), my lil' vultures will snatch it (huh? Huh?)
You could die a hundred ways, don't blink 'cause it will happen (boom, boom)
I ain't in no rush to save (Von, huh?), I drove real fast (nah, nah)
My bitch bad like she will not behave (what?), She get real ratchet (yeah, grrah)
Long nights in the dog pound (damn), what if I was still trappin'? (Huh? Huh?)
Baby AR make 'em fall down (grrah), hundred shots, he still clappin' (grrah, grrah)

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Robberies

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

See somethin' ain't right (what?)
I could feel it in the air
My left eye just twitched twice (damn)
Went to the door so I know on the floor (what?)
Ten day notice they finna turn off my lights (damn)
I ain't got no money, what am I gon' do now? (What am I gon' do now?)
Gotta eat to survive (damn)
I ain't got no money, what am I gon' do cry? (What I 'posed to do cry?)
In these streets you will die (nah)
I got some demons in my head
'Cause all of my opps they constantly bother me (yeah, oh shit)
And I got some homies with pounds but we ain't that cool (wow)
So I'm thinkin' bout robberies (oh shit)
Gotta play this shit smart it's gon' hurt they heart
When they find out it was me who was robbin' them (damn, damn, damn)
Gotta catch 'em when it's dark, gotta run up on his car
That same one he always be ridin' in (uh-huh)

I keep a stick like a violin (boom)
I got the call and jumped up like a fireman (zoom)
It wasn't too hard for me findin' 'em (nah, nah)
I went to school with 'em, know where his mama live (I know where his mama live)
He was playin' that Lucci, that Summerhill (what?)
I cooked up slow in that Bonneville
They call me Grandson when I'm off the pill
Run up to his car made him grab the wheel (don't move)
I grabbed his neck like I'm Iron Man (yeah)
Just do what I say no you don't want to die here (nah)
If you reach or you tweak, I'ma find him (boom)
I got to go we wastin' my time in here (uh-uh, uh)
I grab the bag out the back
It was full of that pack of that finest exotic, man
Then I let him go and get back on the road (uh-huh)
Heard him whisper, "Boy I'm gon' find you where" (man, what?)
Beat up the streets like a punchin' bag
I hit a lick, now I'm up a hunnid bands (damn)
I broke it down with my other man (uh-huh)
Seen them birds out now they comin' back again (damn)
I'm on my way to the crib, and I'm grippin' the wheel
Gotta let my lil' brother in (vroom, vroom)
Then I got boxed in at the light by the nigga I robbed (skrrt)
Then he hopped out a minivan (don't move)

See somethin' ain't right (what?)
I could feel it in the air
My left eye just twitched twice (damn)
Went to the door so I know on the floor (what?)
Ten-day notice, they finna turn off my lights (damn)
I ain't got no money, what am I gon' do now? (What am I gon' do now?)
Gotta eat to survive (damn)
I ain't got no money, what am I gon' do cry? (What I 'posed to do cry?)
In these streets you will die (nah)
I got some demons in my head
'Cause all of my opps they constantly bother me (yeah, oh shit)
And I got some homies with pounds but we ain't that cool (wow)
So I'm thinkin' bout robberies (oh shit)
Gotta play this shit smart it's gon' hurt they heart
When they find out it was me who was robbin' them (damn, damn, damn)
Gotta catch 'em when it's dark, gotta run up on his car
That same one he always be ridin' in (uh-huh)

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From The Hood

Cryin' tears
The Voice
King Von in this motherf*cker
I'm sayin', The Motivation
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

Don't take it personal
It hit different when you comin' from the hood
Don't take it personal (personal, personal)
Got it on my own, I had to get it out the mud
I'm emotional, cryin' tears (emotional, cryin' tears)
I lost niggas that I met up in the hood
All my niggas know what it is
I can never turn my back up on the hood
I'm from the hood, I'm from the hood
That shit different when you get it out the mud
I'm from the hood, I'm from the hood
That shit different when you get it out the mud

I was on Section 8, I hope I don't catch a case
I went broke yesterday, chew X, a nasty taste
He robbed and showed his face
I gave my uncle a taste, I had to serve the bass
I gave my clothes to hoods, free Nine, for sure, he good
That time, ain't know he took, real nigga, I overdo it (overdo it)
Make sure the trenches good (trenches good)
Givin' lawyers to 'em, and I'm loyal to 'em, yeah

Don't take it personal
It hit different when you comin' from the hood
Don't take it personal (personal, personal)
Got it on my own, I had to get it out the mud
I'm emotional, cryin' tears (emotional, cryin' tears)
I lost niggas that I met up in the hood
All my niggas know what it is
I can never turn my back up on the hood
I'm from the hood, I'm from the hood
That shit different when you get it out the mud
I'm from the hood, I'm from the hood
That shit different when you get it out the mud

King Von (Von), I was raised there
I was doin' hits when niggas wasn't, I ain't play fair (boom, boom, boom)
I was trappin', just me and my cousin, on the late shift
He was shiesty, but that's still my blood so I ain't say shit
Niggas crazy
I got on and in my zone, now niggas say they made me
I heard there's niggas in the county lyin', sayin' they raised me (old bitch ass niggas)
Damn, man, that shit be crazy
One of my opps got hit in his top and he ain't f*ckin' make it (boom, boom)

Don't take it personal
It hit different when you comin' from the hood
Don't take it personal (personal, personal)
Got it on my own, I had to get it out the mud
I'm emotional, cryin' tears (emotional, cryin' tears)
I lost niggas that I met up in the hood
All my niggas know what it is
I can never turn my back up on the hood
I'm from the hood, I'm from the hood
That shit different when you get it out the mud
I'm from the hood, I'm from the hood
That shit different when you get it out the mud

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Pressure

(Twysted Genius, baby)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

See, foe'nem get busy a lot (uh-huh)
And they on the block when it's hot with them Glocks
You get shot if God with you or not (boom, boom)
Nigga ran in the spot, all you heard was some shots
They ain't stop 'til they emptied the Glocks
Two down, bro, empty his pockets (two down)
He broke, I'm keepin' his wallet (uh-huh)
O'Block, can't nobody stop us (O'Block)

It's pressure (yeah)
On a nigga ass all day 'til you find where he stay (where he stay)
That's pressure
In a nigga grass all night 'til he come out next day (next day)
That's pressure, get him out the way (uh-huh)
That's pressure, shoot him in the face (in the face)
That's pressure, leave him D.O.A. (D.O.A.)
That's pressure, don't leave a trace (boom, boom)

See, foe'nem don't care if it's hot (they don't)
'Cause they sendin' shots at an opp off the top (rrah, rrah)
If you pull up, they flippin' your car (flippin' your car)
Tried to run but he fell, so he didn't get far (run, run)
Go long, I'm pickin' 'em off (go long)
He cryin', I knew he was soft (I knew he was soft)
They wrong for sendin' 'em off (they wrong)
We score, we pissin' 'em off (boom, boom)
Pressure, uh, no matter where, we pressin' (we press)
That nigga ain't a killer, he flexin' (he flex)
Last nigga got caught, bro did him nasty (doom-doom, doom, doom)
No passes (uh-huh), pass me the gun, I'ma blast it (I'ma blast, boom)
Hi-point, nigga, you plastic (you plastic)
My niggas lookin' for the beef, you fastin'

See, foe'nem get busy a lot (uh-huh)
And they on the block when it's hot with them Glocks
You get shot if God with you or not (boom, boom)
Nigga ran in the spot, all you heard was some shots
They ain't stop 'til they emptied the Glocks (damn)
Two down, bro, empty his pockets (two down)
He broke, I'm keepin' his wallet (uh-huh)
O'Block, can't nobody stop us (O'Block)

It's pressure (huh?)
On a nigga ass all day 'til you find where he stay (where he stay)
That's pressure (uh-huh)
In a nigga grass all night 'til he come out next day (next day)
That's pressure, get him out the way (out the way)
That's pressure, shoot him in the face (in the face)
That's pressure, leave him D.O.A. (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) (D.O.A.)
That's pressure, don't leave a trace (boom, boom)

I'ma go get that (go, go), my niggas ain't with the chit-chat (nah, nah)
Nigga claim Shytsplat, nigga got his shit splat (who?)
Lost his mind, he ain't got his shit back (boom, boom, boom)
Nigga better sit back, nigga better sit back (sit back)
Real niggas love when I spit facts (yeah, yeah)
Run up on a nigga, let me get that (let me get that)
Don't make me take somethin' you can't get back (boom, boom)
It's pressure (uh-huh, damn), put 'em on a stretcher (rrah, rrah)
It be f*cked up when you gotta kill a nigga, you ain't never met him
I been sendin' messages, ain't talkin' 'bout textin' (man, I ain't talkin' 'bout)
Stretch a nigga out, and ain't talkin' 'bout stretcher (definitely ain't talkin' 'bout)
My gun kick like that nigga off Tekken (ain't talkin' 'bout)
If bodies was pounds, lil' nigga, I'm a heavy (lil' nigga, I'm a heavy)

See, foe'nem get busy a lot (uh-huh)
And they on the block when it's hot with them Glocks
You get shot if God with you or not (boom, boom)
Nigga ran in the spot, all you heard was some shots (damn, damn)
They ain't stop 'til they emptied the Glocks (uh-huh, damn)
Two down, bro, empty his pockets (two down)
He broke, I'm keepin' his wallet (I am)
O'Block, can't nobody stop us (O'Block)

It's pressure (yeah)
On a nigga ass all day 'til we find where he stay (where he stay)
That's pressure (uh-huh)
In a nigga grass all night 'til he come out next day (next day)
That's pressure, get him out the way (out the way)
That's pressure, shoot him in the face (in the face)
That's pressure, leave him D.O.A. (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) (D.O.A.)
That's pressure, don't leave a trace (boom, boom)

(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

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Jimmy

(Tahj Money)
Von

Man, that nigga better pray (on God)
And stay with it on him (stay with it)
He keep lookin' around, he feel death around the corner (it's death around the corner)
This nigga slimey (slime, slime, slime)
Just hit a lick in California (lick in California)
Old man an organ donor
Gun to his head and picked his phone up
He say, "Look, man, we both grown ups"
I'll shoot you and won't give two f*cks
Call your son, he better pick up (pick up)
And he better bring me all them blue bucks (yeah, yeah)
Pops is sweatin', started breathin' heavy, call the paramedics
He had asthma but this crazy young bastard ain't care 'cause he was savage

He said, "Call him, stop the stallin'"
He cock back his lil' revolver
He said, "God, this young man got a problem"
He said, "Nah, this a problem solver"
Old man shakin', now he get to coughin'
He ain't respondin', he can't get him off him
This man dead, he ain't even bother
Somebody son just lost a father (damn)
Now Jimmy found out (what?)
His daddy got killed in his house (who? What? Huh?)
Stuck in the game, he was tryna get out (nah, nah)
Some bitch-nigga ran in his house (damn, damn, damn)
Couldn't take the pain, Jimmy broke right down (what? Huh?)
His daddy still on the ground (huh? What?)
Said, "Daddy, you with mama now"
Shit f*cked up, Jimmy was the only child (damn, damn, damn)
Now Jimmy out here in the streets, just runnin' wild
Put fifty bucks on Lil' Cal (damn, damn)
Niggas confused, like, "Why Lil' Cal?"
They say Jimmy had cameras in his house (yeah, yeah)
Somebody gave him a tip, say Lil' Cal got a crib right there on the 6
He tryna score an assist, say, "God, if you give me this chance, I swear, I won't miss" (on God)
Now he stakin' out, in a car three houses down
Was just givin' up, now he pullin' up now
He parked his car and now he gettin' out (there he go)
Wasted, drunk, he stumblin' now
Jimmy rose and he shot like Kawhi (boom, boom)
Bullets hit him, man, he hit the ground (boom, boom)
Stood over him and he said with a smile

Man, that nigga better pray
And stay with it on him (stay with it)
He keep lookin' around, he feel death around the corner (it's death around the corner)
This nigga slimey (slime, slime, slime)
Just hit a lick in California (lick in California)
Old man an organ donor
Gun to his head and picked his phone up
He say, "Look, man, we both grown ups"
I'll shoot you and won't give two f*cks
Call your son, he better pick up (pick up)
And he better bring me all them blue bucks (yeah, yeah)
Pops is sweatin', started breathin' heavy, call the paramedics
He had asthma but this crazy young bastard ain't care 'cause he was savage

---

Heartless

(Banger)
(The Melody)
(DJ Bandz, oh, man)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

Grew up, I was heartless (what?)
Outside those apartments (yeah)
My youngin got a carbon (boom)
Now folks 'nem gotta arson (boom, boom)
We make your face a target (make your face)
See, they done got me started (uh-huh)
I catch your car and park it (what?)
Put your body on the market (boom, boom)
Grew up, I was heartless (what?)
Outside those apartments (yeah)
My youngin' got a carbon (boom)
Now folks 'nem gotta arson (boom, boom)
We make your face a target (uh-huh)
See, they done got me started (they done got me)
I catch your car and park it (catch your car)
Put your body on the market (boom, boom)

Ayy, folks, go get his head (get his head)
That boy in the red (in the red)
Ten bands'll leave him dead (leave 'em what?)
I keep my shooters fed (shooter fed)
That blicky got a leg (got a leg)
These niggas is here to take
Try to burst, I bet he dead (huh? What?)
And this Hellcat extra fast (boom, boom)
Hop out and run him down (run him down)
I bet he gun him down (gun him down)
Ain't see me comin' then (see me then)
They see comin' now (comin' now)
Bodies get stiff when they hit the ground (what?)
Ooh, look, he leakin' now (boom, boom)
Nah, he ain't tweakin' now (boom)
I don't even think he breathin' now (boom, boom, boom, boom)

Grew up, I was heartless (what?)
Outside those apartments (yeah)
My youngin got a carbon (boom)
Now folks 'nem gotta arson (boom, boom)
We make your face a target (make your face)
See, they done got me started (uh-huh)
I catch your car and park it (what?)
Put your body on the market (boom, boom)
Grew up, I was heartless (what?)
Outside those apartments (yeah)
My youngin got a carbon (boom)
Now folks 'nem gotta arson (boom, boom)
We make your face a target (uh-huh)
See, they done got me started (they done got me)
I catch your car and park it (catch your car)
Put your body on the market (boom, boom)

Ayy, bro, go get his face (go open his shit)
Them hollows burn like mace (baow)
Lil' bro run down with Ks (come here)
Wipe shit down, don't leave no trace (clean it)
Twelve years old I was seein' them raids (feds)
Unc' 'nem had too much weight (no cap)
Joy Road, that's where I came from
Throw it up while I'm on stage (H and 9)
They don't like us? Tell 'em shake somethin' (shake somethin')
I don't f*ck with these niggas, I'm straight on 'em (straight)
Gas 'em up, we put brakes on 'em (stop it)
Shooters at the crib, can't lay on me (can't)
How you gon' take somethin'? We got a Drac' on us
Don't make us face one (baow)
I'm a rare breed, want another me?
My nigga, it ain't one (one of one)
Bitch

Grew up, I was heartless (what?)
Outside those apartments (yeah)
My youngin got a carbon (boom)
Now folks 'nem gotta arson (boom, boom)
We make your face a target (uh-huh)
See, they done got me started (they done got me)
I catch your car and park it (catch your car)
Put your body on the market (boom, boom)
Grew up, I was heartless (what?)
Outside those apartments (yeah)
My youngin got a carbon (boom)
Now folks 'nem gotta arson (boom, boom)
We make your face a target (make your face)
See, they done got me started (uh-huh)
I catch your car and park it (what?)
Put your body on the market (boom, boom)

---

Jealous

(Wheezy outta here)
Damn
What?
Von
Huh? What?

You know I'm the realest (you know) and you know I'm a killer (you know)
I think I need a vest (yeah) 'cause when you lie, I swear I feel it
Right in my heart, girl, you tryna kill me (damn)
Don't you know I got feelings? (Don't you know I got feelings?)
Girl, you playin' with a real one (what?)
Got a couple millions and I'm still in the buildings (huh? Yeah)
Know I'm on the block, she could tell by the ceilings
No ass shots, I can tell, I could feel it
And I heard you got hurt, baby girl, I can heal it
And if you need it right now, baby girl, I'll Zelle it
Fresh out the shower, I smell it
And you know I keep my tool, no hammer, I nail it (boom)
L-O-V, I don't know how to spell it
Got your boyfriend mad, that lil' boy jealous, damn (boom, boom)

But don't even mind that (nah)
We ain't worried about it, we ain't buyin' that (uh-huh)
I'ma fall back, I'ma be cool (be cool)
Just don't let me find out where he hidin' at (boom, boom)
And you know I be tweakin', f*ck, that never mind that (nah, nah)
Girl, come here with your fine ass (come here)
You first place in the contest (yeah)
Kissin' on your neck while we undress (uh, uh)
Let me put this pillow on a TEC, pussy gettin' wet
I be in it beatin' down walls, pussy gettin' stretched
Afterwards, took her to the mall, pockets on Shrek (huh? What?)
And I ain't even gotta flex (nah, nah)
And we ain't even gotta text (nah, nah)
And I ain't even got an ex (nah, nah)
And you ain't even got a next (huh? What?)
And we ain't even gotta sex
But, look (look), let me know, do you clean? Do you cook? (Do you cook?)
Let me know, would you iron a nigga clothes
On the way to the show since a nigga be booked? (Huh? What? Book)
Let me know if you f*cked on my homie named Wuk
Damn, she got me open like a book
I got her scared, she shook
Never f*cked with a nigga from the hood
And I ain't never taste me no pussy this good
She gon' get somebody killed, let me knock on wood
But, girl, you fine, if lovin' you was a crime, then I'd damn near be booked

You know I'm the realest (you know) and you know I'm a killer (you know)
I think I need a vest (yeah) 'cause when you lie, I swear I feel it
Right in my heart, girl, you tryna kill me (damn)
Don't you know I got feelings? (Don't you know I got feelings?)
Girl, you playin' with a real one (what?)
Got a couple millions and I'm still in the buildings (huh? Yeah)
Know I'm on the block, she could tell by the ceilings
No ass shots, I can tell, I could feel it
And I heard you got hurt, baby girl, I can heal it
And if you need it right now, baby girl, I'll Zelle it
Fresh out the shower, I smell it
And you know I keep my tool, no hammer, I nail it (boom)
L-O-V, I don't know how to spell it
Got your boyfriend mad, that lil' boy jealous, damn (boom, boom)

I know how you get (I know how you get) and I know you gang 'bout me (I know you gang 'bout me)
Down for whatever, gon' flame 'bout me (flame 'bout me)
He tell me it's his, put his chains 'round me (what?)
Don't let me catch you with a bitch (damn)
I just might dig in my purse (I just might dig in my purse)
She just might go on a shirt (she just might go on a shirt)
He f*ck with a baddie, he know what's it's worth (he know what's it's worth)
Baby, don't get it confused
If he f*ckin' with me, then he know what to do (know what to do)
I ain't the one or the two (one, two)
If we talkin' 'bout niggas, I know who to choose (I know who to choose)
Yeah, he different (yeah, he different)
He beat it in different positions (yeah, different positions)
He hittin' my line when you missin' (what?)
Made him pull up and I told him to kiss it, damn (yeah)
You the illest, nah, bae, I feel like you the realest
Yeah, it's soft and I know that you feel it
He lovin' my vibe 'cause he know I'm the chillest, damn (I'm the chillest)

You know I'm the realest (you know) and you know I'm a killer (you know)
I think I need a vest (yeah) 'cause when you lie, I swear I feel it
Right in my heart, girl, you tryna kill me (damn)
Don't you know I got feelings? (Don't you know I got feelings?)
Girl, you playin' with a real one (what?)
Got a couple millions and I'm still in the buildings (huh? Yeah)
Know I'm on the block, she could tell by the ceilings
No ass shots, I can tell, I could feel it
And I heard you got hurt, baby girl, I can heal it
And if you need it right now, baby girl, I'll Zelle it
Fresh out the shower, I smell it
And you know I keep my tool, no hammer, I nail it (boom)
L-O-V, I don't know how to spell it
Got your boyfriend mad, that lil' boy jealous, damn (boom, boom)

Let me empty the clip
Get it hard when I sit on the tip (tip)
Pretty brown, he done put it down
Now I f*ck around, had to beat up his bitch (bitch)
'Cause he know that this pussy get wetter (wet)
F*ckin' me with his pipe on the dresser (pipe)
He a demon and I'm a lil' savage
Rich sex, 100K in the mattress
Tell a bitch drop her location
Pussy got you catchin' cases
Put it on me up in them trenches
Throat gang got a nigga actin' different (different)
You know I ain't givin' him back (nah)
He in love with the way that it clap
And the way that he put in that work (put in that work)
It be feelin' like we in the trap (trap)
Locked in, put his heart in the vault
Say that ass and them titties is soft
Post bail if he ever get caught (caught)
That's how it go when you f*ckin' a boss, look

You know I'm the realest (you know) and you know I'm a killer (you know)
I think I need a vest (yeah) 'cause when you lie, I swear I feel it
Right in my heart, girl, you tryna kill me (damn)
Don't you know I got feelings? (Don't you know I got feelings?)
Girl, you playin' with a real one (what?)
Got a couple millions and I'm still in the buildings (huh? Yeah)
Know I'm on the block, she could tell by the ceilings
No ass shots, I can tell, I could feel it
And I heard you got hurt, baby girl, I can heal it
And if you need it right now, baby girl, I'll Zelle it
Fresh out the shower, I smell it
And you know I keep my tool, no hammer, I nail it (boom)
L-O-V, I don't know how to spell it
Got your boyfriend mad, that lil' boy jealous, damn

---

Act Up

Von
Huh? What? Huh?
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

I was a hot nigga, I was tryna pop niggas, I was tryna kill 'em (boom, boom)
Now I'm gettin' money, got so much ice on me, I just be chillin' (yeah, yeah)
Ain't gon' change up just 'cause this fame stuff (nah, nah, nah), I keep a glizzy (boom, boom)
F*ck-nigga act up (who?), then his ass gettin' clapped up, better not come near me (boom, boom)
I was a hot nigga, I was tryna pop niggas (yeah), I was tryna kill 'em (huh? Huh?)
Now I'm gettin' money, got so much ice on me (yeah), I just be chillin' (yeah, yeah)
Ain't gon' change up just 'cause this fame stuff, I keep a glizzy (nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
F*ck-nigga act up, then his ass gettin' clapped up (boom), better not come near me (boom, boom)

You can take a nigga out the streets (what?), can't take the streets out a nigga (nah)
You can make a nigga super famous (what?), but deep down he still a killer (yeah)
You can give a nigga all that money (huh?), more choppers and poles for the gang (uh-huh)
You see a potential investment (a what?), we see a potential stain (on gang)
Only thing different, I'm checkin' a bigger bag
I'm rappin' and doin' shows (rappin' and doin' shows)
But still I support the trenches
Still be trappin' and shootin' poles (still be trappin' and shootin' poles)
Plus, I can't forget my struggle (I can't)
Can't never forget where I came from (uh-uh)
Won't never forget what made me (I won't)
Still snatchin' souls like Shang Tsung (on gang)

I was a hot nigga, I was tryna pop niggas, I was tryna kill 'em (boom, boom)
Now I'm gettin' money, got so much ice on me, I just be chillin' (yeah, yeah)
Ain't gon' change up just 'cause this fame stuff (nah, nah, nah), I keep a glizzy (boom, boom)
F*ck-nigga act up (who?), then his ass gettin' clapped up, better not come near me (boom, boom)
I was a hot nigga, I was tryna pop niggas (yeah), I was tryna kill 'em (huh? Huh?)
Now I'm gettin' money, got so much ice on me (yeah), I just be chillin' (yeah, yeah)
Ain't gon' change up just 'cause this fame stuff, I keep a glizzy (nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
F*ck-nigga act up, then his ass gettin' clapped up (boom), better not come near me (boom, boom)

Nigga, we shoot shit for real (uh)
Lack one time and yo' ass get killed (boom, boom)
Nigga, I just popped me a pill (uh-huh)
First motherf*cker get caught, bro, his ass gettin' nailed (ooh, yeah, yeah)
Niggas be scared when I roll up (I know)
I'm the type to do a nigga dirty, act like I don't know him (boom, boom)
He ain't see it comin', so I had to show 'em (boom, boom)
Run up at the crowd and just get to blowin' (boom, boom, boom)
Never worked at no bar, but I throw shots (boom, boom, boom, boom)
You can call me a pro at how good I blow Glocks (yeah)
Got my whole hood on lock (O'Block)
Niggas hatin', be the same ones get shot (what? Get shot)
And niggas mad 'cause they ain't got what I got (nah, nah, nah)

I was a hot nigga, I was tryna pop niggas, I was tryna kill 'em (boom, boom)
Now I'm gettin' money, got so much ice on me, I just be chillin' (yeah, yeah)
Ain't gon' change up just 'cause this fame stuff (nah, nah, nah), I keep a glizzy (boom, boom)
F*ck-nigga act up (who?), Then his ass gettin' clapped up, better not come near me (boom, boom)
I was a hot nigga, I was tryna pop niggas (yeah), I was tryna kill 'em (huh? Huh?)
Now I'm gettin' money, got so much ice on me (yeah), I just be chillin' (yeah, yeah)
Ain't gon' change up just 'cause this fame stuff, I keep a glizzy (nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
F*ck-nigga act up, then his ass gettin' clapped up (boom), better not come near me (boom, boom)

---

Think I'm A Hoe

(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)

This nigga must think I'm a ho (think I'm a ho)
This nigga must think I'm a bitch (oh, you think I'm a bitch?)
I'ma hawk that man down when I see him (wait 'til I see him)
Boy, I'ma give his ass this clip (whole clip)
This nigga must think I'm a ho (think I'm a ho)
This nigga must think I'm a bitch (oh, you think I'm a bitch?)
I'ma hawk that man down when I see him (wait 'til I see him)
Boy, I'ma give his ass this clip (boom, boom)

Broad day, pipes out (pipes out)
It be bustin' on the block, so we gotta keep the pipes out (gotta keep 'em out)
Pull up right now (right now)
Just an opp on the phone (huh?), talk about he wanna fight now (he wanna what?)
Slow down, first off, free BiteDown (free BiteDown)
Second off, boy, you know we don't fight now (know we don't fight)
The last niggas, boy, you know they got blown down (boy, you know they got)
And you was with 'em too, but I know you don't move now (boom, boom, boom)
See, it started at lil' folks crib
We got guns in this bitch, boy, you know how it get (boy, you know how it get)
We gettin' busy, used to pop out dips (what?)
Used to blow nigga's down, then pop back in (boom, boom, boom)
Two hit, one dead, that's money (that's money)
He ran, got caught up the one-way (up the one way)
My lil' niggas do hits on Sunday, keep a straight face (huh? What? Boom)
King Von love that gun play (boom, boom, boom)

This nigga must think I'm a ho (think I'm a ho)
This nigga must think I'm a bitch (oh, you think I'm a bitch?)
I'ma hawk that man down when I see him (wait 'til I see him)
Boy, I'ma give his ass this clip (whole clip)
This nigga must think I'm a ho (think I'm a ho)
This nigga must think I'm a bitch (oh, you think I'm a bitch?)
I'ma hawk that man down when I see him (wait 'til I see him)
Boy, I'ma give his ass this clip (boom, boom)

Heads up, don't snooze (don't snooze)
Same niggas playin' tough, same niggas on the news (put them on the news)
Rob me, who you? (Who you?)
If a nigga up a gun, then that nigga better shoot (nah, nah, nigga better shoot)
Wild animal, I be in the zoo (I'll be in the zoo)
Double homicides, boy, I got a few (boy, I got a few)
Your homie got killed and you ain't gotta clue (huh? What? Damn, damn)
Do the same shit to him, do the same shit to you (boom, boom)
It's a war outside (war)
Black men die (damn)
Riots, police sirens, put our difference aside (yeah)
And stand side by side, you know I'ma ride
F*ck 12, police ain't killin' me (they killin' me)
And we can bet that your man ain't as real as me (he ain't as real as me)
On the beat or the streets, I be killin' shit (I be killin' shit)
And I ain't got no feelings, bitch, you don't wanna witness this (boom, boom)

This nigga must think I'm a ho (think I'm a ho)
This nigga must think I'm a bitch (oh, you think I'm a bitch?)
I'ma hawk that man down when I see him (wait 'til I see him)
Boy, I'ma give his ass this clip (whole clip)
This nigga must think I'm a ho (think I'm a ho)
This nigga must think I'm a bitch (oh, you think I'm a bitch?)
I'ma hawk that man down when I see him (wait 'til I see him)
Boy, I'ma give his ass this clip (boom, boom)

---

All We Do Is Drill

(Banger)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) Von, Von

Get Back Gang, they got my back (uh-huh)
Still won't lack, I got my strap (nah, got my strap)
We gon' score first time we slide
Switch the whip and come right back (boom, boom, come right back)
Do hits out that Thundercat (uh-huh)
Choppers like a lumberjack (rrah, rrah)
Heat up like a thermostat (huh? Huh?)
Make that lil' boy take a nap (boom, boom), gang

All we do is drill, all we do is drill (slide, slide, slide)
All we do is drill, all we do is drill (slide, slide, slide)
All we do is drill, all we do is drill (yeah, slide, slide, slide)
Get Back Gang, bitch, we drillin' and we shoot to kill (Von)

Get Back Gang, I'm with my squad
Don't compare, y'all not like us (nah, nah)
How many shots? Like fifty-two (what?)
Like I got a deck of cards (boom, boom)
Chiraq, bitch, we trained to go (trained to go)
Cock back, up and aim and blow (aim and blow)
Headshot made him lose his mind (what?)
Now that boy insane for sure (damn, damn)
Gun too big, can't be concealed
Highspeed, boss top got the wheel (skrrt, skrrt)
Magic trick once it's be revealed (huh? What?)
Makin' niggas disappear (disappear)
Yeah, I'm known to be a nuisance (yeah)
He ain't doin' no hits, he useless (nah, nah)
Bro 'nem told me stick to music (what?)
Told they ass stop bein' stupid
Ride with me, I ride for y'all (yeah)
Slide for me, I slide for y'all (rrah, rrah)
Get Back Gang, that's how we rock (what?)
Free folks 'nem behind the wall (free the guys)
This my time, a new Patek (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
F*ck your foul, I move with TECs
Front your move and you get stretched (what?)
Front your move and you get stretched (boom, boom)

Get Back Gang, they got my back
Still won't lack, I got my strap (got my strap)
We gon' score first time we slide
Switch the whip and come right back (come right back)
Do hits out that Thundercat
Choppers like a lumberjack (lumberjack)
Heat up like a thermostat (yeah)
Make that lil' boy take a nap (boom, boom), gang

All we do is drill, all we do is drill (slide, slide, slide)
All we do is drill, all we do is drill (slide, slide, slide)
All we do is drill, all we do is drill (yeah, slide, slide, slide)
Get Back Gang, bitch, we drillin' and we shoot to kill (Von, boom)

Bitch, I'm hangin' with my felons (huh?)
Glock gon' repeat like a parrot (like a parrot)
All these hits, I need a plaque (what?)
Body count on cemetery (cemetery)
Quick to blow, won't hesitate (yeah)
Make that nigga levitate (boom, boom)
Mask up, I won't show my face (nah)
Niggas talk, can't catch a case (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We don't talk about no killings (huh?)
You already know who did it (huh? Huh? Huh?)
Boy, don't try to be no hero (huh? Huh?)
All my niggas supervillains (supervillains)
They just talk, they sendin' threats
Shot at us, they get addressed
Thot gave me your home address
We gon' pop up, where you at? (Ayy, where you at?)
All that air up in his chest (huh?)
Pop his ass and leave him flat (leave him flat)
We done left his whole hood dry (damn)
Ever since we left him wet (we left him wet)
Nah, these niggas can't hang with me (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Most of these niggas, they lame to me
Thirty-three shots, that came with me
And I got all my gang with me (gang, gang)

Get Back Gang, they got my back
Still won't lack, I got my strap (got my strap)
We gon' score first time we slide (huh?)
Switch the whip and come right back (and come right back)
Do hits out that Thundercat (huh?)
Choppers like a lumberjack (lumberjack)
Heat up like a thermostat (huh?)
Make that lil' boy take a nap (boom, boom), gang

All we do is drill, all we do is drill (slide, slide, slide)
All we do is drill, all we do is drill (slide, slide, slide)
All we do is drill, all we do is drill (yeah, slide, slide, slide)
Get Back Gang, bitch, we drillin' and we shoot to kill (Von)

---

GangLand

(808 Mafia)

Let me hear you say gang (gang), gang (gang), gang (gang), gang (gang)
Say gang (gang), gang (gang), gang (gang), gang (gang)
Murder, murder
Lil' bitch, trick bitch, just caught a murder (baow), murder (baow)
Bad bitch, thick bitch, I'm the only nigga curve her, curve her
Nigga, send that shit, I'ma sell it in a hurry (quick), hurry (quick)
On my hip, nigga, nothin' less than a thirty, blow it
Play with my mines, nigga know I'm goin'
In the strip club, all the ones, I'm throwin' 'em
Pints, I'm pourin', game life, I'm tourin'
At the light in a foreign
Bad bitch behind me, Hellcat burnt orange
Send a flight, I'm bored
VLONE, Forgis on order
Bitch, I'm the one, I can walk on water
Yeah, free my killers

Not so many people really seen my vision, in the field, not slippin'
I'm real life busy, that pill life, did it
I feel like trippin', I really like killin'
I f*ck niggas' bitches, send 'em back for a living
Know a couple still sellin' crack for a living
In the back with the pistols and couple ARs
Name a bad bitch in the city ain't ours (not one)

Let me hear you say gang (gang), gang (gang), gang (gang), gang (gang)
Say gang (gang), gang (gang), gang (gang), gang (gang)
Trick bitch, just caught a murder, murder
Lil' bitch, trick bitch, just caught a murder (baow), murder (baow)
Bad bitch, thick bitch, I'm the only nigga curve her, curve her
Nigga, send that shit, I'ma sell it in a hurry (quick), hurry (quick)
On my hip, nigga, nothin' less than a thirty, blow it
Play with my mines, nigga know I'm goin'
In the strip club, all the ones, I'm throwin' 'em
Pints, I'm pourin', game life, I'm tourin'
At the light in a foreign
Bad bitch behind me, Hellcat burnt orange
Send a flight, I'm bored
VLONE, Forgis on order
Bitch, I'm the one, I can walk on water
Yeah, free my killers (Von)

Right now (right now)
Got some niggas on trial, got some niggas in the ground
Got some niggas that told, they don't never come around
If they ever come around, I'ma blow they ass down, damn (yeah, boom, boom, boom)
Right now (right now), got some niggas over East, got some niggas in the D (over East)
I just called 42, told him, "Bring me a key" (42)
And we still play for keeps 'cause we still in the street (on gang)
Uh, I was doing hits for the low (for the low), kick in your door (boom)
Make niggas get on the floor (get on the floor)
I f*cked your bitch on the road (on the road), she at my show (huh?)
Nigga, you know how it go (you know how it go)
I know your homie, he pussy (I know)
I come to your city, lil' nigga, just book me (just book me)
I see them lil' niggas lookin' (I know)
Gotta watch how you move or your life'll get tooken (huh? What? Boom, boom)

Gang (gang), gang (gang), gang (gang), gang (gang)
Say gang (gang), gang (gang), gang (gang), gang (gang)
Murder, murder
Lil' bitch, trick bitch, just caught a murder (baow), murder (baow)
Bad bitch, thick bitch, I'm the only nigga curve her, curve her
Nigga, send that shit, I'ma sell it in a hurry (quick), hurry (quick)
On my hip, nigga, nothin' less than a thirty, blow it
Play with my mines, nigga know I'm goin'
In the strip club, all the ones, I'm throwin' 'em
Pints, I'm pourin', game life, I'm tourin'
At the light in a foreign
Bad bitch behind me, Hellcat burnt orange
Send a flight, I'm bored
VLONE, Forgis on order
Bitch, I'm the one, I can walk on water
Yeah, free my killers

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King Von Hotboii - Out Of The Streets

Ha, hahaha
Hey, Track, you ran off with this one
DJ on the beat so it's a banger

[Hotboii]
I'm just tryna make it out of the streets now
I'm just tryna make it through the week
I'm just tryna make it out the streets now
I'm just tryna make it through the week
You know the trenches ain't no place for the weak now
You gon' starve if your ass don't eat
They hold you back, you can't make it to your peak now
I swear to God, boy, your ass gon' see (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

[Hotboii]
If you tryna make it through the week, keep for it
We be in the trenches, gotta sleep with the foreign
Momma if you lose me to the streets, then I failed you
I won't last me 'til that cell to lil' boy I used to sеll to
I jumped off the porch beforе this rap shit, we gone
And I still think about poverty, I get racks 'til we caught
Runnin' through racks like Serena
I just wanna pack out arena
No, I can't lack, I keep gun
I get back, I could be Von

[Hotboii & King Von]
I'm just tryna make it out of the streets now
I'm just tryna make it through the week
I'm just tryna make it out the streets now
I'm just tryna make it through the week
You know the trenches ain't no place for the weak now
You gon' starve if your ass don't eat
They hold you back, now you can't make it to your peak now
I swear to God, boy, your ass gon' see (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

[King Von]
Gotta stay strong 'cause my granny gettin' weak now
I got that call, now a nigga can't sleep
And I been stuck in Miami for a week now
I'm like, "God, why You doin' this shit to me?"
You cannot quit, you gotta get back on your feet now
I'm tryna climb but this mountain lookin' steep
And if you miss, I'll be there for the rebound, ooh (DJ on the-)
I'm just tryna make it out the streets

[King Von & Hotboii]
I'm just tryna make it out of the streets now
I'm just tryna make it through the week
I'm just tryna make it out the streets now
I'm just tryna make it through the week
You know the trenches ain't no place for the weak now
You gon' starve if your ass don't eat
They hold you back, now you can't make it to your peak now
I swear to God, boy, your ass gon' see (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

---

When I Die

(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

Don't let them goofies touch my casket when I die
And when you leave my funeral, you better slide (you better slide)
But if they kill King Von, then something is not right
The opps don't play with him, that happened from inside

See, I'm just sayin'
Von don't be playin'
And if they kill him
That shit was planned (you better slide)
See, I'm just sayin'
Von don't be playin'
And if they kill him
That shit was planned

See, I don't get it (huh?)
Every time somebody die, they be like, "Yeah, Von did it" (what?)
And I wasn't even outside, I be like, "Man, y'all trippin' (y'all trippin')
Tryna put me up on trial, ain't even got no witness (no witness)
Ever since I got back out, I just been mindin' my business (my business)
But them people still come for me (they come)
My past keep hauntin' me (yeah, haunt)
Like, what? My kids mean somethin' to me (damn, damn)
They know my past, they judgin' me
I hold my weight, ain't nothin' to me
My mama sad, she huggin' me (my mama sad, she huggin' me)

Don't let them goofies touch my casket when I die
And when you leave my funeral, you better slide (you better slide)
But if they kill King Von, then something is not right
The opps don't play with him, that happened from inside

See, I'm just sayin'
Von don't be playin'
And if they kill him
That shit was planned
See, I'm just sayin'
Von don't be playin'
And if they kill him
That shit was planned (that shit was planned)

You better slide
You better slide
And if they kill him
That shit was planned
When I die
When I die
And if they kill him
That shit was planned

---

Family Dedication 2

(Raw Equity)
You ain't got it in your background, you ain't got it, like, it's just, you know?
Don't try to go and get it, man
You gon' get it for the wrong reasons and shit, you see what I'm saying?
I rap about what I rap about and shit, I done been through shit, I done saw shit
I was put in them situations just 'cause that's how I grew up
That's just where they put me at
I ain't go do that shit just for my career or none of that shit
It's just the career, this rap shit just happened
After all the struggle, it just finally happened
And I pop up, I just pop up
And I know who to go to 'cause it's the same people, you see what I'm saying?
So I'll stop over here, see my homie mama that passed away
I hit her with some shit, you see what I'm saying?
I go over here, I hug the kids, take pictures, you know?
Go over here, give 'em some money
Go to the lil' candy store, buy the whole candy store for the kids
Just lil' shit like that, lil' shit
Man, you know, shit that you wanted a motherf*cker did for you when you was a shorty
It's shit that you would want your mom and them

Nah, you gotta understand, like
I will always live comfortable in Parkway, you see what I'm saying? That's my block
These are really people I grew up around for like more then ten years, you see what I'm saying?
So, man, it's all love, especially now, you know?
And then why wouldn't you wanna be somewhere when you was f*cked up, you see what I'm saying?
I was f*cked up and couldn't do nothing, you see what I'm saying?
Now I got it and the same people, they see me
Everybody just so happy, you can see the love in they eyes

Dayvon told us
What?
She said come when you go in
Oh, yeah, she supposed to, I thought she was gonna be there
What you on lil' foe'nem? With the big bonnet on
Look at gang, now looking like your mama
Hold on, let me get on there, ma
Move your head over, man
Damn, look at Sky, looking like, you look just like your father
Dang, that's messed up, aha
I said that was messed up, I ain't gon' say that's messed up, she look like her mama
We finna go in the mall, Sky
We finna go on a shopping spree

I love dada
(Raw Equity)