King Von – War (Audio, Lyrics)

On the posthumous “WAR” song, American rapper, King Von raps over a Chopsquad DJ-produced instrumental. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

King Von War

On “War,” the late Chicago native rapper King Von raps about murder, prison, and his gang-like lifestyle prior to gaining recognition in the music industry.

Originally thought to be titled “INTO (Shit Ain’t Sweet)“ by fans, the Chicago drill style song was previewed by King Von himself in an Instagram live. The song was later leaked in its entirety on file-sharing websites. Months after its leak, the track gained major attention on the video-sharing platform, TikTok after a fan had rapped the second verse of the song.

King Von – War (prod. Chopsquad DJ)

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Banger)
(DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger)

[Chorus]
Nigga, I’ll be damned (Who?)
If a nigga think he finna take me out, this shit ain’t sweet (Huh? Boom, boom)
Nigga, I ain’t goin’, I’m back, I’m blowin’ (Yeah)
I’ll be at the crib every day of the week (Shit)
‘Member it was nights I couldn’t even sleep (Huh? Huh?)
War outside, niggas couldn’t even eat (Damn, damn)
I was sixteen with a Carbon 15 (Yeah)
Motherfuckers gotta die and it ain’t gon’ be me (Von, huh?)
Shootin’ shit sunup to sundown (Uh)
He was just playin’ tough, he gon’ run now (Uh-huh)
All these bitch ass niggas tellin’, really start to take the fun out (He get too wild)
I’m the type of nigga go to church with my gun out (In a shootout)
Gotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (He get too wild)
I’m the first name that they say in the shootout (In the shootout)
God textin’ me like, “It’s gettin’ too crowded” (Damn, damn)

[Verse 1]
Police they catch me, I’m too silent (Damn)
My name speak volume, I’m too violent (Huh?)
Niggas actin’ tough, run it up then, I’ma lay him down like two pallets (Boom, boom)
Dress a nigga up like a new stylist (Uh-huh)
Out for a year, nigga, when the trial is? (Uh-huh)
Would’ve bought that bitch a car but she had some mileage (Uh-huh)
If he say what he saw, we gon’ cut his eyelid (Boom, boom, boom)

[Chorus]
Nigga, I’ll be damned (Damn)
If a nigga think he finna take me out, this shit ain’t sweet (Nah, nah)
Nigga, I ain’t goin’, I’m back, I’m blowin’ (Huh?)
I’ll be at the crib every day of the week (Boom, boom)
‘Member it was nights I couldn’t even sleep (Yeah)
War outside, niggas couldn’t even eat (Shit)
I was sixteen with a Carbon 15 (Huh? Huh?)
Motherfuckers gotta die and it ain’t gon’ be me (Damn, damn)
Shootin’ shit sunup to sundown (Yeah)
He was just playin’ tough, he gon’ run now (Uh-huh)
All these bitch ass niggas tellin’, really start to take the fun out (Uh-huh)
I’m the type of nigga go to church with my gun out (With my gun out)
Gotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (He get too wild)
I’m the first name that they say in the shootout (In the shootout)
God textin’ me like, “It’s gettin’ too crowded” (Damn, damn)

[Verse 2]
Oh, you ’bout it? (Uh-huh)
Rob you, ain’t shit you gon’ do ’bout it (Uh-huh)
My lil’ bitch want a new body (What?)
My bullets come get you fast like a Bugatti (Grrah, grrah)
I’m goin’ Scotty like too hotty (Yeah)
You gettin’ shot up if you too cocky (What?)
We slide with sticks like we play hockey
And you not a killer if you only got two bodies, damn (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Run out (Yeah), hustle to sunup to sundown (Uh-huh)
We got some money, it’s fun now (It’s fun)
Last nigga dissed King Von got gunned down (Grrah, grrah)
Damn, what now? (What?)
It was funny but now it’s not fun now (It’s not fun now)
I was bummy, now look who the bum now
A nigga try Von, I bet he get gunned down (Boom, boom, boom)

[Chorus]
Nigga, I’ll be damned (Damn)
If a nigga think he finna take me out, this shit ain’t sweet (Nah, nah)
Nigga, I ain’t goin’, I’m back, I’m blowin’ (Huh?)
I’ll be at the crib every day of the week (Boom, boom)
‘Member it was nights I couldn’t even sleep (Yeah)
War outside, niggas couldn’t even eat (Shit)
I was sixteen with a Carbon 15 (Huh? Huh?)
Motherfuckers gotta die and it ain’t gon’ be me (Damn, damn)
Shootin’ shit sunup to sundown (Yeah)
He was just playin’ tough, he gon’ run now (Uh-huh)
All these bitch ass niggas tellin’, really start to take the fun out (Uh-huh)
I’m the type of nigga go to church with my gun out (With my gun out)
Gotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (He get too wild)
I’m the first name that they say in the shootout (In the shootout)
God textin’ me like, “It’s gettin’ too crowded” (Damn, damn)