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king von - don't want to be me كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
known to let that mac fly just like my n_gga dope (what?)
von, von
you don’t know what the f_ck i been through n_gga
the f_ck i done lost
huh? what?

[chorus]
you don’t wanna be me (nah)
lil’ n_gga, you don’t wanna be me (nah, huh?)
you don’t wanna be me (nah)
lil’ n_gga, you don’t wanna be me (uh_huh)
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 (d_mn, d_mn, d_mn)
you don’t wanna be me (uh_uh)
lil’ n_gga, you don’t wanna be me (nah, what?)
you don’t wanna be me (uh_uh)
lil’ n_gga, you don’t wanna be me (hm, hm)
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 (d_mn, d_mn, d_mn)

[verse 1]
it was hard just to make it (what?)
real sh_t, ain’t scared, no fake sh_t (uh_uh)
grew up sellin’ yay from my bas_m_nt (what?)
then we moved to parkway, it was gated (d_mn, d_mn)
i’m like, “d_mn, 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)
but 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 mommas and toddlers (huh?)
k!llers, rapers and robbers (d_mn)
see, i adapt to that sh_t, though
i had to fight everyday, 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 (d_mn, d_mn)
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? (d_mn, d_mn)
f_ck that, i’m in high school (i’m in high school)
hyde park, food fights in the lunch room (in them lunch room)
got jumped on the bus one time too (what? what?)
same day, jovi came up to the school too (d_mn, d_mn)
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’ (d_mn)
police right there, he was tweakin’ (d_mn)
but this i started (yeah)
you don’t wanna be me, i’m r_t_rded
locked up, sixteen for a robbery (what?)
momma, come see me, i’m sorry, please (yeah)
you don’t wanna be me
all the sh_t i done in the streets (huh?)
all the sh_t i done lost, i done turned myself a boss
can’t believe i lost little boss t, d_mn

[chorus]
you don’t wanna be me
lil’ n_gga, you don’t wanna be me, nah
you don’t wanna be me
lil’ n_gga, 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

[verse 2]
now life got different
i done did my time, i’m chillin’
2012 if you wanna be ‘pecific
i lost o and petun’, they k!lled me
see, that’s change in the plans now
all that sh_t i said in jail ain’t the plan now
gotta get my hands down and pull that mask out
get caught by king von when you assed out
see, i’m tweakin’ again
lost jarrod, i can’t see him again
now i’m back out skiin’ again
i mean slide and them motherf_ckin’ hots now
nines, .40s, extensions
keep it movin’ if you not the victim
not your business, we don’t need no witness
heard you got you a son, ’boutta kiss ’em
’cause sh_t’d get crazy
he get caught and he say that you made ’em
bullet holes in his mouth, straight face ’em
all the thoughts in his head, just erase ’em
now back to the basics
back booked, eight months, that’s crazy
.45 glock on me, no safety
police topped out, then chase me
i got caught, i was tweakin’
back in jail with a celly, he stinkin’
cannot tell me, “f_ck them hoes,” they tweakin’
god put you back in here for a reason

[chorus]
you don’t wanna be me (nah)
lil’ n_gga, you don’t wanna be me, nah
you don’t wanna be me
lil’ n_gga, you don’t wanna be me (uh_huh)
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

[verse 3]
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 bad
spin the block if you miss him again
run up, hit his chest and his head
roll ’em up, now we smokin’ him, d_mn
c4 team was bussin’
leave him there, don’t touch him, he gushin’
he was tough, he got shot, he p_ssy
amberlamps couldn’t make it, he cushy, d_mn
now i’m back on my dummy
investigation room, this is not funny
i’m not hungry, you keep your bologna
let me out ’cause they ain’t got sh_t on me, huh?
now me and bernie slide
got a b_tch in the car, she just drivin’
we hop out, we was blastin’ and wildin’
guns so loud we ain’t hearin’ the sirens
but 12’nem was comin’
we ain’t talkin’, no time for discussion
took a case, man, that b_tch was a hunnid
until she f_ck on the opp, now she nothin’
d_mn

[outro]
d_mn, d_mn, d_mn
they don’t wanna be me
all the sh_t that i did in these streets
n_gga, i probably can’t get no peace
can’t even go to sleep
’cause a n_gga put his ass to sleep
huh? young n_gga, you don’t wanna be me
young n_gga, you don’t wanna be me

- king von

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