Motivation - Quando Rondo

Only reason why I went on that lick 'cause I got tired of hustlin'

Mama couldn’t pay the bills and I know she tired of strugglin'

Ever since I was lil one I ain’t had nothin'

Walk a mile in my shoes, you’ll see that I ain’t frontin'

I know one day I’m gon' make it, 'cause I grind for it

Distance myself from that fake shit, I ain’t got time for it

No, no, I ain’t got time for it, no no-oh-oh

Tryna stack my money tall like them twin towers

On your block I make it rain, that’s a bullet shower

I want money and respect, nigga, fuck the power

Hundred shooters comin' silent, that’s a hundred vowels

Tryna get money, nigga, fuck these bitches

In my own lane, yeah I’m on my road to riches

I just fuck then I duck 'em, I don’t love these bitches

Gave her my heart, she fucked that up, so I don’t trust these bitches

Plenty times in that cell, I caught a couple cases

First day out, no wasting time, I went back to them basics

I’m chasing dead faces, I’m feeling be-traited

I finally made it, them niggas they hatin'

The fact, damn my name was ringin' bells

Locked up in the cell, ain’t nobody on me pay my bail

Deep off in that water, I was swimmin' just like Michael Phelps

Lost my nigga Quaffy, I swear you ain’t know how it felt

Only reason why I went on that lick 'cause I got tired of hustlin'

Mama couldn’t pay the bills and I know she tired of strugglin'

Ever since I was lil one I ain’t had nothin'

Walk a mile in my shoes, you’ll see that I ain’t frontin'

I know one day I’m gon' make it, 'cause I grind for it

Distance myself from that fake shit, I ain’t got time for it

No, no, I ain’t got time for it, no no-oh-oh

I know Lil Lick he gon' kill for me

And I know that Rufus go hard for me

I know that Pac gon' send shots for me

Do drive-bys out all of them cars for me

OZ’ll take out his heart for me

Kenny did time in that yard for me

It’s a lot of shit Flash taught to me

It’s a lot of shit Flash taught to me

If it’s pressure with them niggas we gon' gun 'em down

When it’s beef bitch we creep, we gon' run you down

My favorite alphabet that K, it shoot a hundred rounds

Boom at the blood to cross the mouth about a hundred pounds

Potato on the barrel, swear that it won’t make a sound

And we ain’t squashing shit, you know I’ll lay you down

Leave 'em in the lost and found, I’m the sickest in my town

It get wicked in my town, so you better not play around

And you know we be on that gang shit

Disrespect that gang, swear to God you’ll get your brain split, yeah

RIP Quaffy three times

My niggas they with it, we just buried about three nines

Only reason why I went on that lick 'cause I got tired of hustlin'

Mama couldn’t pay the bills and I know she tired of strugglin'

Ever since I was lil one I ain’t had nothin'

Walk a mile in my shoes, you’ll see that I ain’t frontin'

I know one day I’m gon' make it, 'cause I grind for it

Distance myself from that fake shit, I ain’t got time for it

No, no, I ain’t got time for it, no no-oh-oh