Crazy Story 2.0 (feat. Lil Durk) - King Von

On my son this shit was a freestyle, you know what I'm sayin'? I just, when this muthafucka spoke to my mind, So if I ain't say yo' name just know I Love y'all for sure, you know what I'm sayin' No hard feelings you feel me? Late night sleepin' through the gunshots Yeah, police sirens that shit everywhere No one to blame 'cause ain't no victim there Can't get no justice 'cause no one cares All I had was all the trappers All I had was all the trappers All I had was all the rap niggas that's hood tryin' come up All I had was the dope dealers (yeah yeah) All I had was the dope dealers (yeah yeah) Neighborhood hero Fell out with my main nigga, yeah I thought that really loved me Shoutout to my nigga Varney but you know that's that nigga brother Rex that's my dawg forever, never undercover And these bitches wanna fuck and Suck on us but we'll never love 'em yeah Randy always got the weed yeah yeah yeah Ikey off the flats t'd yeah yeah yeah And you know what twin doin' ridin' around with that 100 shots On that 20 block perimeter tryna look for opps No tellin' what Jason and Dthang doin', they probably with thots Can't mention none of my old homies they party with opps Catch Hypno on Damon he ridin' with mops Even though that nigga gangsta he ride with us Tory he from Canada, Doodie from Kankakee We did shit with the whole Lam but they secret safe with me Chubbs and OJ leave you slumped if you play with me I can't tell you foe'nem name but they play with C I'd say fuck rap and shoot a nigga dead if they play with Steve Gotta keep it low, shoutout Boonie Mo but he play with keys Bitch skin yellow he drugged as hell off the rim thang GL and Mayski puttin' on all black just to get that rent payed Me and D-town ain't seein' eye-to-eye but I love them boys They saved my life and they don't know that's why I love them 4 I love O-block we had some words that shit like tug of war That shit went far but not that far them boys my brothers boy Heard some shit with THF but I don't believe the rumors Them my real brothers so we cannot get into it That shit what Top and 'em did just forget 'em for it You know we gang gang gang gang 300 glory boys 300 two times my 600s A show or not a show for sure for sure them boys is comin' Rondo caught a case, Zoo caught a case I had caught a case, Dede caught a case We couldn't get out at once that shit lame They say I left them in that jam hangin' that shit pain Like that hurt my feelings, I know that hurt you nigga Night time made you go in the crib like a curfew nigga What's crazy Baby D you think I hurt you nigga Ain't gon' talk about my past relation but you hurt your nigga Dawg pound took me in when I had no one nigga We go way back, way way back we had no guns with us Murdertown gang gang they was turnt up with us Man Jane, E Rob, Tyson Smooth know what it is Little Law daughter little Tyler son I love them kids And I gave them what they want when no one did 3 boys 2 daugthers, I love all my kids I heard rumors they not mine but I know my kids Now I'ma talk to the streets as I always talked to the dead How you a killer and a snitch, you threw in the flag Reesey money, Fredo, SD Rondo, L'A, Nuski, Booka, Chief Keef Take it back to 2012 when we had a bond When the whole gang had deals and we had fun Rell that's my brother like my dad's son I ain't never got no abortion case say on my dead son I fuck with the Ts, 4s, GDs, BDs, Moes Fuck with the kings, souls, mafias, and all the cobrassss All the upcoming rappers I salute ya Don't get in my way tryna get some fame I'll shoot ya I take all of these Gucci loafers and suit up Pop me a percocet might leave y'all boot up Boot up I'm boot up I'm boot up I'm boot up I'm boot up I'm boot up I'm boot

(Yeah) Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) Flooded watch, drop top (Skrrt) Fuck 12, fuck the opps (Okay) Wrist broke (Whip, whip) in the pot Selling rocks (Okay), on the block (Okay) Put up guap, sending shots At your top (Okay), fuck you thought? (Okay) Fucking thots, watch 'em flock Off-white seats (Okay), Off-white socks (Okay) 1800 for a pair of jeans, that's okay I got money, I give all my shooters good pay Headshot with a infrared beam from far away Long as it don't come back to me, I think it's okay Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) We the wrong niggas to run to, put cake in a funnel Lil' bitch fuck for the bundle Put a Glock in the console, yeah Why the bitch wanna say my name on the gram? Ho, relax (Ho, relax) I beat my gun case Three, four times, can't hold me back (Rrra) And you can never hang around if you owe me racks (If you owe me racks) And I'm not talkin' about navigation I'm with NAV (And I'm with NAV) And I was hangin' in Chiraq, dope on the ave (Gang) And if you sliding with them killers, grab that mask (Turn up) And she be driving on the road, coke in her ass (Yeah) And that first time robbing the plug We ain't coming, no cash (Yeah) Trackhawk 2018, do the dash (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Ain't give no money so he try to put me on blast, yeah Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay)

No snake can snake me It's like I lived this life before Like I seen this shit happen We ain't got the same blood We just brothers from the mud Grew up in the same hood And the violence so fucked up, my niggas can't judge We gon' sleep around each other 'til we neighbor, uh I'm just tryna wonder when this feeling of my pain stop How you say you love me? You my brother, but gave my name up You must be crazy thinking I changed up I'd do anything, plus give my fame up You know I'd give my fame up You know I will never change up You know I'm that dude, but you let a lame fuck You know I'm that dude, but you let a lame fuck Hen I be gone off the ecstasy Shorty, she gon' get the best of me (Let's get it) And she know I be with killers Her family is not accepting me (My gang, gang) I nutted all in her and left, I told her I got a vasectomy (Yeah) While them niggas get to at-ing me Said they catching me, they stretching me (Grrrah) Warning me, watching my back They know I be gone off the medicine (Gang, gang) My cousin had died on the cam The police got footage and edit it (Big facts) On God, I can't get shit snatched Can't leave, I need that, give it back Fuck shot, I need you kidnapped Surprise, that Glock come gift-wrapped I tatted all my dead homies in my skin (My skin, yeah, yeah) Told them crackers on them B Airways they need yo' pen (Yeah, yeah) Gulp a cup of my lean to wash off my sins (On God) Made my tri-state hoes buy me all my Timbs We ain't got the same blood We just brothers from the mud Grew up in the same hood And the violence so fucked up, my niggas can't judge We gon' sleep around each other 'til we neighbor, uh I'm just tryna wonder when this feeling of my pain stop How you say you love me? You my brother, but gave my name up You must be crazy thinking I changed up I'd do anything, plus give my fame up You know I'd give my fame up You know I will never change up You know I'm that dude, but you let a lame fuck You know I'm that dude, but you let a lame fuck Yo homie said they on me, I be with killas and parolees The niggas police, I know they name-drop You be rapping 'bout that trap, but you ain't never sold nothing I hold a grudge back in '09, you ain't let me hold nothin' You cheat on me, I swear I'll beat you like you stole something Pillow talking to these hoes, yeah, you cold-blooded How you follow me on the 'Gram and you don't like pics? I fucked a bitch, she like her girl, she don't like dick Cum on my nice sheets, they don't like this Bad bitch a Pisces, I keep a nightstick I swear I'm at my nicest, been through my crisis We not to be played with, they on that night shift Niggas tryna stick me up like I ain't never showed no love That petty shit let go, I told you I ain't got no grudge I don't give no fuck, addicted to these drugs When I was down and gone, them niggas ain't send me nothin' See red, I ain't fuckin' with 'Tussin, bite down, I'm busting Shoot first, you clutch, you mad I pressed yo' button You know we read yo' mind, my niggas ain't ducking You know you play with mine, ain't no discussion We ain't got the same blood We just brothers from the mud Grew up in the same hood And the violence so fucked up, my niggas can't judge We gon' sleep around each other 'til we neighbor, uh I'm just tryna wonder when this feeling of my pain stop How you say you love me? You my brother, but gave my name up You must be crazy thinking I changed up I'd do anything, plus give my fame up You know I'd give my fame up You know I will never change up You know I'm that dude, but you let a lame fuck (You know I'm that dude, but you let a lame fuck)