Quando Rondo Letter To You
I'ma keep it real on this one nigga, ayy
Quando Rondo nigga
Talking 'bout me on the internet, waiting for me to write back
Got in my lane and caught some fame, he didn't like that
This a letter to him, I'ma tell him how I feel
Is it me or him like the fact I got a record deal
I ain't never went out bad and that's on neighborhood crip
How the f..ck you say you raised me and I met you last year?
I told my partners to chill, boy you could've been killed
Somethin' deep down been tellin' me don't you cock back the steel
'Cause I got somethin' to lose and you got somethin' to prove
Goin' live on FaceBook, flexin' with all your tools
The only good advice you gave is take our pistol to school
Visits on my rounds killin' me or is it deja vu?
'Cause it's too good to be true, is you really gon' shoot?
This a song to the fans but this a letter to you
How the f..ck I bet your hand and you ain't never did shit for me
Locked up, call Griffin, you couldn't send a couple cents to me
Drop down to my knees, lord do you hear me?
It's a dirty world, matter fact it's filthy
Judge held a grudge, I swear to God that I'm not guilty
My heart steady screamin' out, lord please heal me
If it really was some pressure why the f..ck you ain't gon' slide on me?
Put my trust in DJ then that nigga testified on me
Double back, come strapped with the MAC
That day he tried to put that fire on me
No face, no case, I emptied out that four five on me
In the city where I'm from, I swear it's kill or be killed
You gotta stay up on your pivot, anybody can get it
Before I walk up out the door I swear I'm tuckin' my steel
Mama be prayin' every night because my city get wicked, yeah yeah
In the city where I'm from, I swear it's kill or be killed
You gotta stay up on your pivot, anybody can get it
Before I walk up out the door I swear I'm tuckin' my steel
Mama be prayin', 'cause she know that my city get wicked, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah (speak them facts nigga)
Yeah yeah (speak them facts nigga)
Uh uh, Quando Rondo nigga (grrah)
