Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Dope (what?)
Von, Von
You don't know what the fuck I been through nigga
The fuck I done lost
Huh? What?

You don't wanna be me (nah)
Lil' nigga, you don't wanna be me (nah, huh?)
You don't wanna be me (nah)
Lil' nigga, you don't wanna be me (uh-huh)
It was hard in the streets (it was hard)
Growin' up, it's either him or it's me (huh? What?)
It be hard in the streets (it was hard)
Growin' up, it's either him or it's me (damn, damn, damn)
You don't wanna be me (uh-uh)
Lil' nigga, you don't wanna be me (nah, what?)
You don't wanna be me (uh-uh)
Lil' nigga, you don't wanna be me (hm, hm)
It was hard in the streets (it be hard)
Growin' up, it's either him or it's me (huh? What?)
It be hard in the streets (it was hard)
Growin' up, it's either him or it's me (damn, damn, damn)

It was hard just to make it (what?)
Real shit, ain't scared, no fake shit (Uh-uh)
Grew up sellin' yay from my basement (what?)
Then we moved to Parkway, it was gated (damn, damn)
I'm like, "Damn, where we stayin'?" (What? Huh?)
First night, gunshots, they ain't playin'
Had to sleep on the floor, we was on the first floor (boom, boom, boom)
But stay away from that window (boom, boom, boom)
See, this where it started (yeah, yeah)
Three floors, eight floors, them apartments (yeah)
Section 8, baby mamas and toddlers (huh?)
Killers, rapers and robbers (damn)
See, I adapt to that shit, though
I had to fight everyday, I was still new (I was new)
They ain't know me, we ain't go to the same school (same school)
Prolly mad 'cause I always had on new shoes (damn, damn)
See, that's what that crack do (yeah)
Stepdad sellin' drugs in the trap too (yeah, huh?)
Used to have his own place in the house too
Grandma used to say he was bad news, huh? (damn, damn)
Fuck that, I'm in high school (I'm in high school)
Hyde Park, food fights in the lunch room (in them lunch room)
Got jumped on the bus one time too (what? What?)
Same day, Jovi came up to the school too (damn, damn)
Then shots got to ringin' (Boom, boom)
Caught Joey in the act, Gucci leaked him (boom, boom)
He got hit in the side but he breathin' (damn)
Police right there, he was tweakin' (damn)
But this I started (yeah)
You don't wanna be me, I'm retarded
Locked up, sixteen for a robbery (ehat?)
Mama, come see me, I'm sorry, please (yeah)
You don't wanna be me
All the shit I'd done in the streets (huh?)
All the shit I done lost, I done turned myself a boss
Can't believe I lost little boss T, damn

You don't wanna be me
Lil' nigga, you don't wanna be me, nah
You don't wanna be me
Lil' nigga, you don't wanna be me
It was hard in the streets (it was hard)
Growin' up, it's either him or it's me
It be hard in the streets (it be hard)
Growin' up, it's either him or it's me

Now life got different
I done did my time, I'm chillin'
2012 if you wanna be 'pecific
I lost O and Petun', they killed me
See, that's change in the plans now
All that shit I said in jail ain't the plan now
Gotta get my hands dirty, pull that mask out
Get caught by King Von, boy, you assed out
See, I'm tweakin' again
Lost Jarrod, I can't see him again
Now I'm back out skiin' again
I mean slide, ain't no motherfuckin' hidin' now
Nines, .40s, extensions
Keep it movin' if you not the victim
mind your business, we don't need no witness
Heard you got you a son, 'boutta kiss 'em, huh
'Cause shit'd get crazy
He get caught and he say that you made 'em
Bullet holes in his mouth, straight face 'em
All the thoughts in his head, just erase 'em
Now back to the basics
Back booked, eight months, that's crazy
.45 Glock on me, no safety
Police hopped out, then chased me
I got caught, I was tweakin'
Back in jail with a celly, he stinkin'
Cannot tell me, "Fuck them hoes," they freakin'
God put you back in here for a reason

You don't wanna be me (nah)
Lil' nigga, you don't wanna be me, nah
You don't wanna be me
Lil' nigga, you don't wanna be me (uh-huh)
It was hard in the streets (it be hard)
Growin' up, it's either him or it's me (what? Huh?)
It be hard in the streets (it be hard)
Growin' up, it's either him or it's me

Back at it again
Took some time, now I'm back out the pen'
Lost my brothers L-A and J-Money
House arrest and I'm totin' the Sig
Yeah, I'm on the ban
Spin that block if you miss him again
Run up, hit his chest and his head
Roll 'em up, now we smokin' the dead
C4 team was bussin'
Leave him there, don't touch him, he gushin'
He was tough, he got shot, he pussy
Ambulance couldn't make it, he cushy, damn
Now I'm back on my dummy
Investigation room, this is not funny
I'm not hungry, you keep your bologna
Let me out 'cause they ain't got shit on me, huh?
Now me and Vernie slide
Got a bitch in the car, she just drivin'
We hopped out, we was blastin' and wildin'
Guns so loud we ain't hearin' the sirens
But twelve'nem was comin'
We ain't talkin', no time for discussion
Took the case, man, that bitch was a hunnid
Until she fucked on the opp, now she nothin'
Damn

Damn, damn, damn
You don't wanna be me
That nigga be bussin'
All the shit that I did in these streets
Nigga, I probably can't get no peace
Can't even go to sleep
Catch a nigga, put his ass to sleep, what?
Huh? Lil' nigga, you don't wanna be me
Lil' nigga, you don't wanna be me

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Writer(s): Dayvon Bennett, Paul L Williams