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Quando Rondo

My Killer Comin

 

My Killer Comin

(album: Before My Time Up - 2020)


Pooh you a fool for this (hah)
Hear this shit
Ayy, ayy, hmm, hmm, hmm
Ayy, hmm, hmm, hmm, ayy
Quando Rondo nigga

I got some voices in my head, I guess sometimes they wanna chat
Faith in the bible by the bed, trust in the Glock under my mat
Reminiscing 'bout the choices that I made in the past
Broken promise from my mama, father please take it back
Two deck of cards, life a gamble, let's go head roll the dice
I pray to god that they do not they let off shots through the night
Live by the gun, die by the sword, I guess I live by the knife
This in the name of Sosa, boy, I'll have you killed by the night
And, I say, I had to face the fact that they gon' creep through the night
I know that my killer coming like a thief through the night
My heart steady thumping, it's hard to sleep through the night
When all I know [?] the street life
Decisions I made, I know that they ain't right
Gotta look both ways when you living the street life
I feel like death 'round the corner, that's why I'm traumatized
Drop a blue flag on my grave then throw yo' C's up high

They telling me the way I live gon' get me killed but I don't give no fuck
They expected me to keep it real when them niggas, they never showed no love
They questioned me like, "Did you give to them niggas you claiming that's yo' thugs
My mama know I'm in the field with the hittas, I got my pistol tucked
Paint me the image, and my nigga burn the picture up
The perfect time to slang that iron with [?], they tryna zip 'em up
One day fasho, my nigga dying for a check, it can get real enough
Straight down the middle, walk the line like a [?], they know I can't be touched
[?] nobody asked you
They claimed to murderer a black dude who had a black tool
They said "He hopped out with some black shoes, his flag was black blue"
They said "He ran down with a Mac tool, he coming at you"
"Give it up befo' I blast you", go ahead and whack dude
I drop a 10, then spin again, you know they coming back through
That pussy boy said he gon' whack who, I'm bussing back too
Don't wait to realize I was real once my casket pass through

I got some voices in my head, I guess sometimes they wanna chat
Faith in the bible by the bed, trust in the Glock under my mat
Reminiscing 'bout the choices that I made in the past
Broken promise from my mama, father please take it back
Two deck of cards, life a gamble, let's go head roll the dice
I pray to god that they do not they let off shots through the night
Live by the gun, die by the sword, I guess I live by the knife
This in the name of Sosa, boy, I'll have you killed by the night
And, I say, I had to face the fact that they gon' creep through the night
I know that my killer coming like a thief through the night
My heart steady thumping, it's hard to sleep through the night
When all I know [?] the street life
Decisions I made, I know that they ain't right
Gotta look both ways when you living the street life
I feel like death 'round the corner, that's why I'm traumatized
Drop a blue flag on my grave then throw yo' C's up high

Fuck blood niggas get shot up in da hood
Fuck 69

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