Top Songs By King Von
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
King Von
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dayvon Bennett
Songwriter
Paul williams jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mac Fly
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You don't wanna be me
Lil' ****, you don't wanna be me
You don't wanna be me
Lil' ****, you don't wanna be me
It was hard in the streets
Growin' up, it's either him or it's me
It be hard in the streets
Growin' up, it's either him or it's me
You don't wanna be me
Lil' ****, you don't wanna be me
You don't wanna be me
Lil' ****, you don't wanna be me
It was hard in the streets
Growin' up, it's either him or it's me
It be hard in the streets
Growin' up, it's either him or it's me
[Verse 2]
It was hard just to make it
Real shit, I ain't sayin' no fake shit
Grew up 78th, Grandma basement
Then we moved to Parkway, it was gated
I'm like, "Damn, where we stayin'?"
First night, gunshots, they ain't playin'
Had to sleep on the floor, we was on the first floor
"Boy, stay away from that window"
See, this where it started
Three floors, eight floors, them apartments
Section 8, baby mamas and toddlers
Killers, rapers, and robbers
See, I adapt to that shit though
I had to fight every day, I was still new
They ain't know me, we ain't go to the same school
Probably mad 'cause I always had on new shoes
See, that's what that crack do
Stepdad sellin' drugs in the trap too
Used to have his own place in the house too
Grandma used to say he was bad news, huh?
Fuck that, I'm in high school
Hyde Park, food fights in the lunch room
Got jumped on the bus one time too
Same day Joey came up to the school
Then shots got to ringin'
Caught Joey in the act, Gucci leaked him
He got hit in the side, but he breathin'
Police right there, he was tweakin'
[Verse 3]
But this how it started
You don't wanna me be, I'm retarded
Locked up, sixteen, for a robbery
Mama, come see me, I'm sorry, please
You don't wanna be me
All the shit I done done in the streets
All the shit I done lost, I done turned myself a boss
Can't believe I lost LilBossTee, damn
[Verse 4]
You don't wanna be me
Lil' ****, you don't wanna be me
You don't wanna be me
Lil' ****, you don't wanna be me
It was hard in the streets
Growin' up, it's either him or it's me
It be hard in the streets
Growin' up, it's either him or it's me
[Verse 5]
Now life got different
I done did my time, I'm chillin'
2012, if you wanna be specific
I lost O and Patoon, that killed me
See, that's changin' the plans now
All that shit I said in jail ain't the plan now
Gotta get my hands done and pull that mask out
Get caught by King Von when you assed out
See, I'm tweakin' again
Lost Sherrod, I can't see him again
Now I'm back out skiin' again
I mean slide, ain't no motherfucking hot, no
.9s, .40s, extensions
Keep it movin' if you not the victim
Mind your business, we don't need no witness
Heard you got you a son, better kiss him
'Cause shit get crazy
He get caught and he say that you made him
Bullet holes in his mouth, straight face 'em
All the thoughts in his head, just erase 'em
Now back to the basics
Bank book, eight months, that's crazy
Four-five Glock on me, no safety
Police hopped out, then chased me
I got caught, I was tweakin'
Back in jail with a celly, he stinkin'
Tryna tell me, "Fuck them hoes, they freakin'
God put you back in here for a reason"
[Verse 6]
You don't wanna be me
Lil' ****, you don't wanna be me
You don't wanna be me
Lil' ****, you don't wanna be me
It was hard in the streets
Growin' up, it's either him or it's me
It be hard in the streets
Growin' up, it's either him or it's me
[Verse 7]
Back at it again
Took some time, now I'm back out the pen
Lost my brothers L'A and J-Money
House arrest and I'm totin' the Sig
Yeah, I'm on the band
Spin that block if you miss him again
Run up, hit his chest and his head
Roll 'em up, now we smokin' the dead
See, '14 was bussin'
Leave him there, don't touch him, he gushin'
He was tough, he got shot, he pussy
Ambulance couldn't make it, he cushy, damn
Now I'm back on my dummy
Investigation room, this is not funny
I'm not hungry, you keep your baloney
Let me out 'cause they ain't got shit on me
Now me and Bernie slide
Got a bitch in the car, she just drivin'
We hopped out, we was blastin' and wildin'
Guns so loud we ain't hearin' the sirens
But twelve of 'em was comin'
We can't talk, no time for discussion
Took a case, man, that bitch was one hunnid
Until she fuck on the opp, now she nothing, damn
[Verse 8]
You don't wanna be me
I never been frontin'
All the shit I did in the streets
****, I probably can't get no peace
Can't even go to sleep
'Cause a **** put his ass to sleep
Huh? Lil' ****, you don't wanna be me
Written by: Dayvon Bennett, Paul williams jr