Текст песни Caught Up In My Thoughts - Quando Rondo

TJ Produced It
This for my niggas in that prison steady calling on the jail phone
You know I ain't rap about my life in a lil' minute so listen
(I just wanna say I love you)

Look, since I been up, it been hard to tell who really my friend
Like, who gon' hold it down 'til the end?
Who can I call to vent?
Don't ever want mama, mama to go through pain again
From juvenile I send 'em letters, they ain't pick up the pen
My mama always used to say, "You need a change of friends"
Like what's the difference, nigga? Now and then, I knew it's a sin
I'm sipping codeine and I can't seem to stop
I'm wit' the same ass niggas from the 'partments, the projects

I pulled up late night, scheming
Dope boy dreaming
I'ma put my [?]
Make sure they know the real meaning
I was just late night scheming
Dope boy dreaming
I think about our past relations like you let it come between us
I'm thinking 'bout a lot of secrets that people don't know
Mama was struggling, the reason I jumped off the porch
I made a promise to be solid and stick to the code
Weight on my shoulders but it's so much I take edibles
My cousin crossed me, I took that to the chin
Thinking about Leaky got my dawg in the pen
You know we bank, bringin' M's
Tell you my struggles, girl, sit back let me vent
I got in trouble tryna hustle, mama couldn't pay the rent
I'on't want no strife, I'm servin' white feelin' just like I'm Pablo
Sittin' in that cell with nobody, I know you sleeping prolly
R.I.P. Quahfee, wanna tell you I'm sorry
You supposed to be with me now skirting off in this Rari

Look, since I been up, it been hard to tell who really my friend
Like, who gon' hold it down 'til the end?
Who can I call to vent?
Don't ever want mama, mama to go through pain again
From juvenile I send 'em letters, they ain't pick up the pen
My mama always used to say, "You need a change of friends"
Like what's the difference, nigga? Now and then, I knew it's a sin
I'm sipping codeine and I can't seem to stop
I'm wit' the same ass niggas from the 'partments, the projects

The strangest things will make 'em
Hate, like why they envy, yeah, yeah
Better change your mans if you uppin' and a nigga don't ask, yeah
Better change the plans,
Fuck a Maybach I want that Bentley truck, yeah, yeah
I-95 I went Hellcat, better picked them hair weaves up
Bought some new shoes and stepped in mud
You facing two words from the judge
I look around they switchin' up
When they fell down and couldn't get up
I picked 'em up when they was struggling
I don't give a fuck 'bout all that cousin shit
Married to the streets, some wife and husband shit
I'm tryna put together puzzles
Like how the fuck I lose because of this
What would 2Pac say about the struggle
This who I spray because it's governments
Call me lil' QPac, fuck the politics
I know that Joe Dirt taught us how
To fall in love wit' a project bitch
Always been on some project shit
Niggas don't even project winning

Ayy, I'm stayin' down I'm tryna run up a M
Walk in the building like the picture, I'm him
These niggas know that I'm him
Since I been up seems like the fake love is real
Mama the bills gon' get paid long as we got vacuum zips

Look, since I been up, it been hard to tell who really my friend
Like, who gon' hold it down 'til the end?
Who can I call to vent?
Don't ever want mama, mama to go through pain again
From juvenile I send 'em letters, they ain't pick up the pen
My mama always used to say, "You need a change of friends"
Like what's the difference, nigga? Now and then, I knew it's a sin
I'm sipping codeine and I can't seem to stop
I'm wit' the same ass niggas from the 'partments, the projects

I gotta tell them niggas this, ayy
This for my niggas in them prisons
Steady calling through the jail phone
Ayy, ayy
Q-R-N
This for my niggas on Carl Griffin
Steady calling through the jail phone
Quando Rondo, nigga