Von Dauer - N5ture

DJ on the beat so it's a banger Nigga, you know I know My life grand theft auto All my guns on semi-auto Look like I hit the lotto Up the traffic, duckin' potholes Slow down, which way the opps go? These niggas chicken, Roscoe I'm the truth, ain't gotta lie, ho' I see fake shit through a blind fold You the type to see shit with your eyes closed AP watch, I'm in a different time zone Lil' cousin walk around with five on him You would know better if you knew what I knew Tryna be me, tell 'em do what I do Gotta keep a Glock everytime that I move (forreal) Nigga, you know I know You ain't know, I used to drill for the low Right aftеr school, I'm changin' my shoes Ain't gotta tell me, I just go I fuck with 6Hunna, so boy, I just blow Ain't gеt shot, but boy, I was close He made a diss and now he a ghost And it happened fast, ready to toast Von dog hoes like K-9 And he keep a strap, like KI All he shoot shit from the three like AI He was with the shits since yay high Dropped the low, I'm on my way now How many bodies can't hide no face tats All the little kids know I don't play that No, I don't play that Now you know I know My Glock filled with hollows All my cars on Forgiatos Who killed dude shit, how would I know? Keep that rocket, like I'm otto My pockets big, apollo I'm the king, Mufasa Who shot Wooski? How would I know? (DJ on the beat so it's a banger) Nigga, you know I know My life grand theft auto All my guns on semi-auto Look like I hit the lotto Up the traffic, duckin' potholes Slow down, which way the opps go? These niggas chicken, Roscoe I'm the truth, ain't gotta lie, ho' I see fake shit through a blind fold You the type to see shit with your eyes closed AP watch, I'm in a different time zone Lil' cousin walk around with five on him You would know better if you knew what I knew Tryna be me, tell 'em do what I do Gotta keep a Glock everytime that I move Nigga, you know I know

See somethin' ain't right I could feel it in the air My left eye just twitched twice Went to the door so I know on the floor Ten day notice they finna turn off my lights I ain't got no money, what am I gonna do now? (What am I gonna do now?) Gotta eat to survive I ain't got no money, what am I gonna do cry? (What I 'posed to do cry?) In these streets you will die I got some demons in my head Cause all of my opps they constantly bother me (oh shit) And I got some homies with pounds But we ain't that cool 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 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 I got the call and jumped up like a fireman (zoom) It wasn't too hard for me findin' 'em I went to school wit' 'em Know where his mama live He was playin' that Lucci, that Summerhill I cooked up slow in that Bonneville They call me Grosso when I'm off the pill Run up to his car, made him grab the wheel I grabbed his neck like I'm Iron Man Just do what I say, no you don't want to die here If you reach or you tweak, I'ma find him I got to go, don't be wastin' my time in here 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 Heard him whisper, "Boy I'm gonna find you where" (man what!) Beat up the streets like a punchin' bag I hit a lick, now I'm up a hunnid bands I broke it down with my other man Seen them birds out, now they comin' back again I'm on my way to the crib and I'm grippin' the wheel Gotta let my lil' brother in Then I got boxed in at the light by the nigga I robbed Then he hopped out a mini van (don't move!) See somethin' ain't right I could feel it in the air My left eye just twitched twice Went to the door so I know on the floor Ten day notice they finna turn off my lights I ain't got no money, what am I gonna do now? (What am I gonna do now?) Gotta eat to survive I ain't got no money, what am I gonna do cry? (What I 'posed to do cry?) In these streets you will die I got some demons in my head Cause all of my opps they constantly bother me (oh shit) And I got some homies with pounds But we ain't that cool 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 Gotta catch 'em when it's dark Gotta run up on his car That same one he always be ridin' in (uh huh)

(Banger) (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) Nigga I'll be damned (who?) if a nigga think he finna take me out, this shit ain't sweet Nigga I ain't goin', I'm back, I'm blowin', I'll be at the crib every day of the week (shit) 'Member it was nights I couldn't even sleep, war outside, niggas couldn't even eat (damn, damn) I was 16 with a Carbon 15 (yeah), motherfuckers gotta die and it ain't gon' be me (Von, huh?) Shootin' shit sunup to sundown (uh), he was just playin' tough, he gon' run now All these bitch ass niggas tellin', really start to take the fun out I'm the type of nigga go to church with my gun out Gotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (he get too wild) I'm the first name that they say in the shootout God textin' me like, "It's gettin' too crowded" (damn, damn) Police they catch me, I'm too silent (damn), my name speak volume, I'm too violent (huh?) Niggas actin' tough, run it up then, I'ma lay him down like two pallets Dress a nigga up like a new stylist (uh-huh), out for a year, nigga, when the trial is? (Uh-huh) Would've bought that bitch a car but she had some mileage (uh-huh) If he say what he saw, we gon' cut his eyelid (boom, boom, boom) Nigga I'll be damned (damn) if a nigga think he finna take me out, this shit ain't sweet Nigga I ain't goin', I'm back, I'm blowin', I'll be at the crib every day of the week 'Member it was nights I couldn't even sleep, war outside, niggas couldn't even eat (shit) I was 16 with a Carbon 15 (yeah), motherfuckers gotta die and it ain't gon' be me Shootin' shit sunup to sundown (uh), he was just playin' tough, he gon' run now All these bitch ass niggas tellin', really start to take the fun out I'm the type of nigga go to church with my gun out Gotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (he get too wild) I'm the first name that they say in the shootout God textin' me like, "It's gettin' too crowded" (damn, damn) Oh, you 'bout it? (Uh-huh), rob you, ain't shit you gon' do 'bout it (uh-huh) My lil' bitch want a new body (what?), my bullets come get you fast like a Bugatti (grrah, grrah) I'm goin' Scotty like too hotty (yeah), you gettin' shot if you too cocky (what?) We slide with sticks like we play hockey, and you not a killer if you only got two bodies, damn Run out (yeah), hustle to sunup to sundown (uh-huh) We got some money, it's fun now (it's fun) Last nigga dissed King Von got gunned down (grrah, grrah) Damn, what now? (what?) it was funny but now it's not fun now (it's not fun now) I was bummy, now look who the bum now A nigga try Von, I bet he get gunned down (boom, boom, boom) Nigga I'll be damned (damn) if a nigga think he finna take me out, this shit ain't sweet Nigga I ain't goin', I'm back, I'm blowin', I'll be at the crib every day of the week 'Member it was nights I couldn't even sleep, war outside, niggas couldn't even eat (shit) I was 16 with a Carbon 15 (yeah), motherfuckers gotta die and it ain't gon' be me Shootin' shit sunup to sundown (uh), he was just playin' tough, he gon' run now All these bitch ass niggas tellin', really start to take the fun out I'm the type of nigga go to church with my gun out Gotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (he get too wild) I'm the first name that they say in the shootout God textin' me like, "It's gettin' too crowded" (damn, damn)

Hold you tight to my chest Can I comfort you, can I hide the truth With filtered breath I killed my youth Thawing claws of time I am drifting, oh I disappear No longer mine I'm a crumbled shrine But I will become what you need I, I am a provider And I, I'm so fucking tired I am overgrown, I am so alone Barren supplier And I am, a hearse of a lover (lover, lover) (Hearse) Selfless limerence I have been ordained by this acid rain The child grins at the cruel and strange But I must refrain And I will try to soothe your pain I, I am a provider And I, I'm so fucking tired I am overgrown, I am so alone Barren supplier And I am, a hearse of a lover (lover, lover, lover) Give me your hand, give me your everything I'm empty and crazy Give me your head, give me what I need I'm caving badly Give me your plan, you are all I see I'm reaching blindly Give me your hand, give me everything I'm empty, unsteady I, I am a provider And I, I'm so fucking tired I am overgrown, I am so alone Barren supplier And I am, a hearse of a lover (lover, lover, lover) I, I am a provider And I am, a hearse of a lover Hearse

Boom boom boom bah bah Boom boom boom bah bah Boom boom boom bah bah Boom boom boom bah bah Thick blood rushes just below my skin Fingers burn you know I kinda like the sting It hurts, you know that's what I deserve At least my heart is beating Run, run around me Come and surround me You know that I am waiting Your skin is all that I can see Katie, you are the ocean Katie, you are the sea Katie, where's your devotion Katie, you always hurt me Katie Your absence is a presence The space it consumes me Your touch it is sacred Your skin is all I want and need Run, run around me Come, come and drown me I'm trying to be patient You'll wait until you see me bleed Katie, you are the ocean Katie, you are the sea Katie, where's your devotion Katie, you always hurt me Katie, Katie, Katie, Katie And I try and I try and I try To get you off my mind And I try and I cry and I die For you a thousand times Katie, you are the ocean Katie, you are the sea Katie, where's your devotion Katie, you always hurt me Katie (you are the ocean) Katie (you are the sea) Katie (where's your devotion) Katie Katie (you are the ocean) Katie (you are the sea) Katie (where's your devotion, stay with me) Katie