In this raw and introspective track, King Von delves into the harsh realities of life behind bars and the struggles faced upon release. He paints a vivid picture of the prison environment, emphasizing the coldness and isolation that inmates endure. The lyrics explore themes of loyalty, betrayal, and survival, highlighting how quickly alliances can shift under pressure. Von also touches on the emotional toll of incarceration, including strained family relationships and the difficulty of reintegrating into society. The chorus underscores a sense of hopelessness as time drags on ("Been gone for a couple years"), while verses reveal personal anecdotes about navigating legal battles and street life. Through his storytelling, Von sheds light on systemic issues within the criminal justice system and the cyclical nature of crime 🌀. This song serves as both a cautionary tale and a reflection on resilience amidst adversity 💔.
How It Go
Lyrics
So, it's cold
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
When you fightin' them cases, court dates comin' slow (uh-huh)
Them 9-1's no joke, you just gotta have hope (have hope)
And don't say shit, give a fuck what they say they know
Give fuck what they find (damn), give a damn who they get
I bet the shit won't stick, my last rappy was a bitch
They gave him twenty-eight years 'cause the nigga wouldn't close his lips (damn, damn, damn)
Just be cool, be patient, 'cause the opps still hatin'
Be the same niggas wrote them statements
Man, them niggas couldn't take you (nah)
They was too scared to face
You was goin' through that bitch like Jason
Boy, you gotta be a fool (huh?)
How you think that shit cool?
You givin' names, you ain't playin' by the rules (what?)
Leave his ass in a pool (damn), of his own damn blood
It's the type of shit that don't make the news (boom, boom)
See, now you just chillin', you just waitin' on trial
Gang'nem out there goin' wild, you know you got a child (uh-huh)
And his mama ain't shit, but I know you learnt that 'by now
Heard she fuckin' with the opps (damn)
And she was just on they block with the same nigga you was tryna pop (what?)
Man, this shit gotta stop (damn)
Now you locked in a room, you just plottin' while you doin' pushups
You better check on your bro
'Cause the nigga on the new came in, said he heard he got smoked
Better check on your ho
'Cause the same lil' nigga said, "She out there right now gettin' poked" (damn)
That just ruined your day (damn)
Now you tryna start a fight, sayin' niggas better stay out your way
Nigga, fix your face (why?)
Don't nobody give a fuck
Everybody goin' through the same thing
Let me tell you how it go in here, uh (how it go)
Boy, it's kinda cold in here (boy, it's kinda cold)
You ain't got nobody, make a store in here, uh (no store, yeah)
Better have your pole in here (your pole)
Got niggas gettin' old in here (gettin' old)
Might lose your soul in here (your soul)
Been gone for a couple years (been gone)
A couple years (been gone)
Let me tell you how it go in here, uh (how it go)
Boy, it's kinda cold in here (boy, it's kinda cold)
You ain't got nobody, make a store in here, uh (no store, yeah)
Better have your pole in here (your pole)
Got niggas gettin' old in here (gettin' old)
Might lose your soul in here (your soul)
Been gone for a couple years (been gone)
A couple years (been gone)
I been gone
Tryna come back home
They doin' me wrong, this shit take long
Answer your phone (Von)
Man, let me tell you how it is (huh?)
See, you just got out, now a nigga tryna see his kids (uh-huh)
But look this the deal (what?)
You don't got the bitch number
And you don't know where she lives (damn, damn, damn)
So you call a ho momma (uh), it ring three times
"Hey Ms. Jones, how you been?" (Hey Ms. Jones)
First thing she say (what?)
Is, "Oh, this von, and damn, you back out again?" (Bitch)
But you ain't even trippin' (nah), she finna die anyway
Old bitch knockin' on like sixty
And you ain't even got a penny (nah)
You thinkin' get rich or die tryin', favorite rapper must be 50 (yeah, yeah)
Boy, you need you a Glizzy (damn)
'Cause you still in the city and shorty and them still gettin' busy (what?)
See, I keep mine with me (huh?)
And it's hard gettin' a gun from a nigga, it's like tryna get a kidney (boom)
So what you gon' do? (Huh?)
You gon' rob or gon shoot? (Boom)
You gon' trap or gon' crack? (Boom)
You gon' win or gon' lose? (Win or gon' lose)
You gon' work, go to church, sell some merch
On the first, boy, I know that shit hurt (know that shit hurt)
Better rap, better stack
Better get them blue hunnids, put 'em in the matt' (in the matt')
The D.A. on your ass, you fuck up one time, then your ass goin' back
Let me tell you how it go in here, uh (how it go)
Boy, it's kinda cold in here (boy, it's kinda cold)
You ain't got nobody, make a store in here, uh (no store, yeah)
Better have your pole in here (your pole)
Got niggas gettin' old in here (gettin' old)
Might lose your soul in here (your soul)
Been gone for a couple years (been gone)
A couple years (been gone)
Let me tell you how it go in here, uh (how it go)
Boy, it's kinda cold in here (boy, it's kinda cold)
You ain't got nobody, make a store in here, uh (no store, yeah)
Better have your pole in here (your pole)
Got niggas gettin' old in here (gettin' old)
Might lose your soul in here (your soul)
Been gone for a couple years (been gone)
A couple years (been gone)
I been gone
Tryna come back home
They doin' me wrong, this shit take long
Answer your phone
Writer(s): Darrel Jackson, Dayvon Bennett
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
What is the Meaning of How It Go
?
End of content
That's all we got for #