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King Von - Cant Relate INSTRUMENTAL | Welcome To O Block
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
King Von
King Von
Vocals
Chop Squad DJ
Chop Squad DJ
Programming
Will A Fool
Will A Fool
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darrell Jackson
Darrell Jackson
Songwriter
Dayvon Bennett
Dayvon Bennett
Songwriter
Willie Jerome Byrd
Willie Jerome Byrd
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Will A Fool
Will A Fool
Producer
Chop Squad DJ
Chop Squad DJ
Producer

Lyrics

DJ on the beat so it's a banger Will-A-Fool No bond, I was on the run Bet you can't relate Toting guns, shooting shit for fun But you can't relate Locked up, couldn't see my son I bet you can't relate Jumped the opps, ain't no one on ones I bet you can't relate That nigga told, he ain't hold it down Bet you can't relate He broke the code, don't come back around But you can't relate Only time he tough when he up in the crowd I bet you can't relate You did that before but what you gon' do now I bet you can't relate Back then, it was crack and I had a MAC-10 No lacking, pistol packing, I got this black skin If he acting then we reacting and knocking off brims I got some action, I get my black mask and get my black Timbs They asking questions, I'm acting clueless, don't know what happened They know it's King Von, shorty the smoothest, but, he a savage Had too much baggage, that's why my last bitch, I had to trash her Old bitch nigga, only flashy up in a casket No bond, I was on the run Bet you can't relate Toting guns, shooting shit for fun But you can't relate Locked up, couldn't see my son I bet you can't relate Jumped the opps, ain't no one on ones I bet you can't relate That nigga told, he ain't hold it down Bet you can't relate He broke the code, don't come back around But you can't relate Only time he tough when he up in the crowd I bet you can't relate You did that before but what you gon' do now I bet you can't relate It's bust and I see them coming, they up to something No running, I keep me something, I get to dumping Now if I slump him and then I slump him and then I slump him Now my house haunted with all these demons, that this shit come with And when my homie shot in the stomach, it hurt my stomach No matter how long the beef it cooking, bitch, I still want it And all these diamonds, they dripping on me, still I feel lonely James Johnson, Jerome Howard, and Odee Perry No bond, I was on the run Bet you can't relate Toting guns, shooting shit for fun But you can't relate Locked up, couldn't see my son I bet you can't relate Jumped the opps, ain't no one on ones I bet you can't relate That nigga told, he ain't hold it down Bet you can't relate He broke the code, don't come back around But you can't relate Only time he tough when he up in the crowd I bet you can't relate You did that before but what you gon' do now I bet you can't relate
Writer(s): Willie Byrd, Darrel Jackson, Dayvon Bennett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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