Lyrics Nightmare - Quando Rondo

(Cxb, know he go crazy)
I beat all the odds even though I'm still doin' wrong
(A17)

Marble floors and chandeliers, that's the only way we live
Sellin' dope inside the field the way that bro them pay they bills
Over the stove cookin' a zip, I'm tryna bring it back a lil'
Heart in the ghetto, shit get real, I know exactly how you feel

Pateks, Audemars, and Rollies, perfect timing while I call lil' woadie
Trap house without no door key, ballin' hard, not talkin' Kobe
Cadillac, I keep that .40, I know they gon' try to run down on me
Still sippin' Act', I'm on that codeine, double cuppin' with some Robitussin

This for the ones don't really know me, goddamn right, my heart so oh-so golden
So much of weight on top my shoulders, also I've been goin' through the motions
It's like my heart been gettin' colder, extra colder, deeper than the ocean
I gotta play a beat by Cxby, just like Kobe, I've been goin' loco

I'ma stay on Trey-Nine with a .44
Run him down, slingin' iron out a stolo
I can never drop a dime, I can't fold
Ran it up from a dime, got a bankroll

Youngin up, let it fly on the payroll
I'ma do a drive-by with a Draco
Got some pretty brown eyes like Dej Loaf
Gotta go with that iron, she in Clayco

Take it back where it started
Pray for the money, we stayed in the projects
I lost a homie, that shit made me heartless
Diamonds all on me, it's steady off Arthur
Way 'fore the money, been drippin' off Target

30 clip on me, you know he a target
Sippin' on codeine, my mind, I done lost it
I let her go 'cause she really be boppin'
Rather be by my lonely, ain't with all that arguing

I pour a four in the back of the Benz
I'ma post by the store with that MAC in my pants
Can you do something for me? She say, "It depends"
I don't want no more bubbly, you wastin' my pans

Really came up from nothing, I gave you a chance
I drink juice out my cup and while countin' these bands
He been youngin and thuggin', my nigga, lil' man
See, I'm feedin' my boy, we been locked in the can

Whole hundred shots when it's war out a van
I made a trust to get up and get racks
Cut your time up in the court, boy, you know you a rat
Boy, you can't afford when I jump out the Jag'

Young JOG, yeah, we really got hats
If they play with lil' D, then I'm droppin' a bag
You get laid in the streets, then we spinnin' it back
Whole 50-piece, I done spit the whole MAC

Marble floors and chandeliers, that's the only way we live
Sellin' dope inside the field the way that bro them pay they bills
Over the stove cookin' a zip, I'm tryna bring it back a lil'
Heart in the ghetto, shit get real, I know exactly how you feel

Pateks, Audemars, and Rollies, perfect timing while I call lil' woadie
Trap house without no door key, ballin' hard, not talkin' Kobe
Cadillac, I keep that .40, I know they gon' try to run down on me
Still sippin' Act', I'm on that codeine, double cuppin' with some Robitussin

This for the ones don't really know me, goddamn right, my heart so oh-so golden
So much of weight on top my shoulders, also I've been goin' through the motions
It's like my heart been gettin' colder, extra colder, deeper than the ocean
I gotta play a beat by Cxby, just like Kobe, I've been goin' loco