quando_rondo

Real, not for once, don't you think that it isn't because When you dead or in prison, fact that I miss you I just wish that you ain't lived by the pistol But you forever my lil' hitter, I just wish you got bigger R.I.P. Paul, my n***a really died for the guap R.I.P. Ralph D died a couple streets down from the block Sweat and shit ain't never stop for a high body for bodies

Angel on my shoulder, devil creepin' on me Blood on my sleeve, know it coulda been me Nightmares in the day, so I can't sleep It coulda been me, it coulda been me 12 on my head, only God can judge me Blood on my sleeve, know it coulda been me Niggas want me dead, God have mercy on me

I watch that chopper go from boy to man So many problems you wouldn't understand I watch them shotters jump from out of van Extend up my brawler, ran out rubber bands If the young is back in the prison I wish my nigga left for my prison Hush, steady talk, bitch, and listen But when you do, just know a nigga gave me my bitch for these bitches Just gave me one reason to nigga shit

I see the pain in my mama's eyes, not fucking with the family But I love my grandma with my heart, really she the last of the realest people that's alive Talkin' to my daughter through a glass, I gotta change my life And with old dear father I'm on my last strike, on my last strike Like a felon that's on his third time, lil' buddy lost his life Now nobody slide on the third, now my

She see I came up from zero N***a on the stretcher I'ma kick that on the beaters The clips ain't whining, where the matter at? It's time to reelo I took the dance for no scratching We just go stick to the G-code Got to make sure my little brother's rich before it's all gone All my life got pop-up bustles and I hit them all on You never cover up a lot of stuff

Real, not for once, don't you think that it isn't because When you dead or in prison, fact that I miss you I just wish that you ain't lived by the pistol But you forever my lil' hitter, I just wish you got bigger R.I.P. Paul, my n***a really died for the guap R.I.P. Ralph D died a couple streets down from the block Sweat and shit ain't never stop for a high body for bodies

Angel on my shoulder, devil creepin' on me Blood on my sleeve, know it coulda been me Nightmares in the day, so I can't sleep It coulda been me, it coulda been me 12 on my head, only God can judge me Blood on my sleeve, know it coulda been me Niggas want me dead, God have mercy on me

I watch that chopper go from boy to man So many problems you wouldn't understand I watch them shotters jump from out of van Extend up my brawler, ran out rubber bands If the young is back in the prison I wish my nigga left for my prison Hush, steady talk, bitch, and listen But when you do, just know a nigga gave me my bitch for these bitches Just gave me one reason to nigga shit

I see the pain in my mama's eyes, not fucking with the family But I love my grandma with my heart, really she the last of the realest people that's alive Talkin' to my daughter through a glass, I gotta change my life And with old dear father I'm on my last strike, on my last strike Like a felon that's on his third time, lil' buddy lost his life Now nobody slide on the third, now my

She see I came up from zero N***a on the stretcher I'ma kick that on the beaters The clips ain't whining, where the matter at? It's time to reelo I took the dance for no scratching We just go stick to the G-code Got to make sure my little brother's rich before it's all gone All my life got pop-up bustles and I hit them all on You never cover up a lot of stuff