Legends

[Intro]

(Banger)

(The Melody)

(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

[Chorus: King Von & VonOff1700]

From where the streets make legends (Uh-huh)

They done pushed him off the porch, lil' nigga wasn't ready (He wasn't ready)

You better hold your own (Uh-huh)

And take your weight, this shit get heavy (It's heavy)

Damn, we done did hits out a Chevy (Grrah)

Damn, man, they done killed T.Roy killer, I'm happy (Damn, damn)

Damn, I done got caught a body with a rappy (Damn)

Got to the station, he pointed at me (Damn, damn)

But I still ain't fold (Nah)

Bitch nigga, I still ain't told (I still ain't told)

I get caught right now, red-handed at the crime, they ask, I still don't know (I still don't know, what?)

Get back, got rich, but still I blow (Boom, boom)

The odds against me, still I go (Boom, boom)

They pullin' up, they get the lo'

Nigga dissed Von and he got smoked (He got)

[Verse: VonOff1700]

Nigga dissed on the gang, he got smoked like a bone (His dumb ass)

Wanna dangle with the opps, he ain't touchin' the phone (His dumb ass)

When I go on a drill, Nike Tech and some foams (All black)

You ain't usin' his head, knock a chunk out his dome

I was sixteen shootin' at niggas that's grown

Long live King Von, guess he left me his throne

I'ma ride for my dogs if they right or they wrong

Lil' bro in the joint, doin' ten, gettin' strong

Bounce out, I'm on his ass like a thong (Come here, come here)

Who was ever gon' think I got rich off a song?

He dissed on lil' bro, now his lil' brother gone

Most of this shit, I done did on my own

If you don't wanna die, better leave my alone

In the streets, play for keeps just like L'A Capone

That snitch shit somethin' Toss Gang don't condone

He got hit with the 10 and it broke all his bones (Shit)

Anything Von touch is greatness (Is great)

I'ma fuck his bitch, found out he hatin' (He hatin')

Mask down, chasin' shit like Jason (Like I'm Jason, Come here)

Got rich on they ass 'cause they thought I was basic (Thought I was basic)

Me and bro used to sleep in the basement (In the basement)

Counted out, nobody thought that I'd make it (Nobody thought that I)

Twenty-one, forty-five what I was facin'

If you want your life, act like it, I'll take it (I'll take that shit)

[Chorus: King Von]

From where the streets make legends (Uh-huh)

They done pushed him off the porch, lil' nigga wasn't ready (He wasn't ready)

You better hold your own (Uh-huh)

And take your weight, this shit get heavy (It's heavy)

Damn, we done did hits out a Chevy (Grrah)

Damn, man, they done killed T.Roy killer, I'm happy (Damn, damn)

Damn, I done got caught a body with a rappy (Damn)

Got to the station, he pointed at me (Damn, damn)

But I still ain't fold (Nah)

Bitch nigga, I still ain't told (I still ain't told)

I get caught right now, red-handed at the crime, they ask, I still don't know (I still don't know, what?)

Get back, got rich, but still I blow (Boom, boom)

The odds against me, still I go (Boom, boom)

They pullin' up, they get the lo'

Nigga dissed Von and he got smoked