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King Von – See Me Make It Lyrics

See Me Make It By King Von

They don’t wanna see me make it (Nah)
They don’t wanna see me make it (Nah)
They think jail finna break me
Keep hittin’ new cases (Damn)
My lawyer said, “Tape”
Got my own homes tryna snake (Huh?)
Can’t look ’em in they face (What?)
‘Cause they smile in my face, turn my back, got picked for a case
Now it’s me in the state (Damn), I swear I wouldn’t want Feds
If the Feds woulda ran in the place

Now I’m lookin’ like, “Damn” (Damn)
In the cell once again, finna have to post bail once again
If a lil’ n—- tell one time he’ll tell once again
Now I’m sittin’ right, mail once again
On the block with the steel once again
I gotta get money, if you got it, kidnap your lil’ bro like he Sunny
Buried my part’ in that s—, had me sick to my stomach
Just the thought of that s— had me sick to my stomach
The opps send a diss like it’s funny (What?)
I pull up broad day with Glock like it’s nothin’
I see ’em, I chase ’em, I catch ’em, he runnin’
Them bullets, they hurt, he got hit and he funny
That’s everyday s— when you come from the jungle
I gotta get high, this s— takin’ me under
KD and Westbrook how I play with the Thunder
Caught too many bodies, I gotta be humble

They don’t wanna see me make it (Nah)
They don’t wanna see me make it (Nah)
They think jail finna break me
Keep hittin’ new cases (Damn)
My lawyer said, “Tape”
Got my own homes tryna snake (Huh?)
Can’t look ’em in they face (What?)
‘Cause they smile in my face, turn my back, got picked for a case
Now it’s me in the state (Damn), I swear I wouldn’t want Feds
If the Feds woulda ran in the place

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Everybody like, “Von did this”
Or, “Von did that, playa, Von get whacked”
It’s a whole lotta shots in the whip
So everybody gettin’ whacked, what the f— you expect?
N—– keep sendin’ threats online
And my man is the picture, the face, won’t forget
I just iced out my mouth, VVS
I can go drop a bag and go get some baguettes
If you reach for my chain, it’s a box
On the block where it’s hot with the Glocks lil’ bro
In the drop with the drop on the opps, tryna run us to the shots
Gettin’ popped in the spot
Mislined on the drive with my .40
Late night in the stu’, I’m recordin’
Gotta think twice ’cause I got a couple shorties
It was either me or him, n—-, who more important?

They don’t wanna see me make it (Nah)
They don’t wanna see me make it (Nah)
They think jail finna break me
Keep hittin’ new cases (Damn)
My lawyer said, “Tape”
Got my own homes tryna snake (Huh?)
Can’t look ’em in they face (What?)
‘Cause they smile in my face, turn my back, got picked for a case
Now it’s me in the state (Damn), I swear I wouldn’t want Feds
If the Feds woulda ran in the place

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