#Tell You How it is? (#TellYouHowitis)

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“What you gon’ do? I know shEEit hurts!”

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HOW IT GO LYRICs BY: KING VON: His own words and if you ain’t see the video, here go.

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 found (Damn), give a damn who they get
I bet the shit won’t stick, my last rap 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 statemеnts
Man, them niggas couldn’t take you (Nah)
They was too scarеd to face it
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 momma 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 (What?), 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 stove in here, uh (No stove, yeah)
Better have your pole in here (Your pole)
Got niggas goin’ 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 stove in here, uh (No stove, yeah)
Better have your pole in here (Your pole)
Got niggas goin’ 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

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
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 could 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