Safest

(专辑： QPac - 2020)

(Tj Produced It)

[Quando Rondo:]
Ayy, I know the way that I be living ain't the safest
I been out searching for your love for so long, I can't replace it
I know you not the same person inside, you two-faced
They said you cried, you left him on the road, I can see all the traces
I got my back against the rope, I'm feeling just like Muhammad
No cap, I can count the times they said they keep it a hunnid
Four traps, they juug and serve but still ain't got enough money
How the fuck I'ma get what I got and I ain't never had nothin'?
He do for people he don't know, he feel they using him
He know her feelings not mutual, but still do for her
He turned his back on his brother, that's what they say 'bout him
He took them boys out the gutta 'cause they gon' spray 'bout him

She had the nerve to bring up Leeky like I don't do for bro
State-to-state, just me and Queezy, Tim, he shoot for bro
They called my phone, don't wanna be bothered in the studio
Know she gon' fuck me for some Prada, boy, that ain't your ho
Gang 'nem tweaking reading comments I don't care about
I'm just being honest, could've shot you at Cordarelle house
Draco hold a hunnid, one false movement, we gon' air it out
He be on some goofy shit, groupie bitch got your whereabouts (Ayy)
I know you thought that was your mans until that boy shot ya
On Instagram, flex up with all them bands, don't make us come and rob ya
I really hang with rastas, I really hang with shottas
I swear I prayed for better days and now I'm eating lobster
Get on my broom and fly away, I feel like Harry Potter
I grind to get the lawyers paid for my niggas on lock-up
My lil' nigga in the grave, should've did what I taught him
I know the way I live ain't safe, but fuck it, I'm balling

I know the way that I be living ain't the safest
I been out searching for your love for so long, I can't replace it
I know you not the same person inside, you two-faced
They said you cried, you left him on the road, I can see all the traces
I got my back against the rope, I'm feeling just like Muhammad
No cap, I can count the times they said they keep it a hunnid
Four traps, they juug and serve but still ain't got enough money
How the fuck I'ma get what I got and I ain't never had nothin'?
He do for people he don't know, he feel they using him
He know her feelings not mutual, but still do for her
He turned his back on his brother, that's what they say 'bout him
He took them boys out the gutta 'cause they gon' spray 'bout him

[Lil Durk:]
No matter the weather, just keep your pole on (Yeah, yeah)
He jump in headfirst for the hood, but they still told on him (Told on him)
He only listen to his pops, but he getting old on him (Yeah, yeah)
He tried to hide the dope from him, but he still scold on him
The trenches, that's just another name for the ghetto (Ghetto)
Shootouts, robberies, getting killed, that's what I'm prepared
What I rap I don't say go do, just what I been through
Percocet, weed and lean on my mental
We not scared, we did what we did
Real niggas checking and the kids having kids
They going out, wanting gun laws, but it is what it is (Yeah)
Public 'fenders don't even care, they tryna please you out your shit
Quando, trench baby, one of my favorites
Five star hotel with my mmm, I made it
I ain't tryna hear no "Sorry" from you, bitch, save it
Just come to Cali with a king, Ant Davis (Ayy, yeah)

[Quando Rondo:]
I know the way that I be living ain't the safest
I been out searching for your love for so long, I can't replace it
I know you not the same person inside, you two-faced
They said you cried, you left him on the road, I can see all the traces
I got my back against the rope, I'm feeling just like Muhammad
No cap, I can count the times they said they keep it a hunnid
Four traps, they juug and serve but still ain't got enough money
How the fuck I'ma get what I got and I ain't never had nothin'?
He do for people he don't know, he feel they using him
He know her feelings not mutual, but still do for her
He turned his back on his brother, that's what they say 'bout him
He took them boys out the gutta 'cause they gon' spray 'bout him