hold up
news flash
I been back
wanna try me
ima crash out
get an air bag
I’m on a roll like the GPA
good
say they wanna fight me? bitch I wish a mothafucka would
they be saying that I couldn’t but
I showed em that I could
you don’t even know about the business that I have stood on
you don’t even know all the people that I have put on
had to go and show em the ropes
supply the boats
we got it now
we all in the zone
you in your phone
you actin like a lil ass bitch
you not grown
someone better go
and let em know
I’m coming for the throne
it makes sense
I’m fuckin rich
I swear that money make her moan
If he want the smoke
then we go aim it right at his dome
coming from a dark place
where the wild things roam
this is real fuckin life
this is more than just a song
I was feeling so depleted
defeated by all my demons
but I kept my faith in Jesus
I made it and got strong
if you ever see me down
just know
it won’t last long
cause at the end of everything
even all kings have an off day
they biting me, hit em with the off spray
got a bad bitch
and I got her down on all 4s
feeling like I’m Eminem
they hit me with he encore
I been making raps
way back before a sophomore
they ain’t seen me coming
like I snuck through the back door
everybody asking me like
Von what you rap for?
started as a passion
I loved it and then I got bored
then it came back
now im ready to start a fuckin war
blood and gore
tell the fuckin ops that we keeping score
god!
hold up
news flash
I been back
wanna try me
ima crash out
get an air bag
he thought I wouldn’t find em
but I hit em with the air tag
everywhere I go I leave a mark
see the toe drag
bitch I’m on
so gone
I am Casey Von
they tried to paint the picture
but that shit was overdrawn
I can see the snakes in the grass
when I mow the lawn
moving different lately
that’s the type of vibe that I be on
real ones by my side
everyone else fuck em
gotta whole lotta shots now let’s see if they duck em
and I ball so hard like I been getting buckets
the bitch want me to fall in love but I can’t trust it
watch me go ghost
like a phantom in the opera house
I seen the road that I was going down
and took a different route
it took a minute felt like I was stuck inside
a roundabout
I used to wipe the tables but look how they went and turned around
I just hope I’m living life right to make my momma proud
only 27, feelin great right now
(way too Turnt in the booth my God)
I’m that young mothafucka treat the world like my playground
I don’t give a fuck what they say now
bitch I’m a cash cow
count the blue strips at the trap house
Loaded AR-15
never back down
take a fuckin baddie
to the bed and blow her back out
fuck the police gotta glock for the pat down
when I touchdown got me feeling like pat now
rolling up a pack
doing shows and they packed out
let em all sleep
ima kill em when they pass out
I don’t ever chill
I don’t ever watch Netflix
all I do is stay locked in
gotta wreck shit
got some fuckin demons
and they creepin in my soul
and they started off slow
now they got full control
and I live in the dark
where the wild things Roam
got a 40 cock back
let it blow at your dome
and I split hair triggers like a mothafuckin comb
and I wanna see heaven on earth
but I look around man I be feeling like hell is my home
I don’t want love
just leave me alone
(Leave me alone)
I say it fuck it
up the score
never been afraid to die
I got day ones
never changed up
ten toes how we ride
(Ugh) try to play it cool
but test us hit em with that fire (gunshot)
I got pain
I got rage
you can see it in my eyes
(Hold up)
News flash
I been back
animalistic
yeah bitch I’m going ballistic
I got these rappers all dissolving
cause the bars are acidic
I’ll run over in my civic
I ain’t civil
I’m twisted
put em in the unsolved binder like they never existed
there’s a killer on the run and I’m the one who’s depicted
been a mothafuckin
dangerous killa on the run
say you want the shots then fuck it
you know we pouring up
yeah bitch I’m my bag
take the beat
and I beat it up
they say we living in a cold world
I came to heat it up
bitch I eat these fuckin rappers
your favorite became my lunch
I don’t give a fuck about em
I just kill em watch em die
you go broke
spending money these bitches
but I rise
not surprised
you a lame fuckin goofy
so why you try?
get the fuck up out my lane
fore I hit yo ass with this fire
I ain’t playing with these bitches
I swear that I had enough
so I fuck em then I ghost em
my response is “that shit tough”
think I’m playin come and see about it
bitch go call my bluff
I could never settle down with these
bitches I’m never cuffed
got the world up in my hands
so the opps they all sitting ducks
bullets hit em in his stomach he tweakin and throwing up