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Quando Rondo

How'd I Make It

 

How'd I Make It


Pure codeine in a double cup
My whole team really love it all
Stacking all these racks money double up
Trash bags full of gas it out the mud
Pure codeine bitches
Talk to me take a seat off the chair
Big difference is they can't even compare
I'm the man off my town I should run for the mayor

Ay, ay
2 foreign back tryna fuck on me inside the studio
And this ain't enough time I'm on 2 flights I'm flying cross the globe
I'd be lying if I say you ain't cross my mind before
Blame it on the Xanax for them time that I forgot I was broke
Ay, ay, ay, I stood on the block with a Glock with the MF savage
I served all these rocks just to stack up the guap I ain't have shit
You can see 'em from far you can ask all the opp 'bout a [?]
I might pull a drop top double lot I say ghost where the bad bitches

I came in the game with the gang on my shoulders how the fuck I make it this far
Wanna post on the block that I claim where the soldier nigga gotta go and kill an opp
I pour a line of that lean in a soda kit kept cooling on ours
Trash bags licky vicky the odor I'm smoking vuscatti that came out the jar
Your lame ass tried to cross me caught him red handed hand in the cookie jar
I took a loss of the laws I guess that what made me a boss
I told lil timmy make them nigga pay 'em or they can't even hustle on his block
[?]

I kept it real with them niggas, I stood in the field with them niggas they changed on me
Collect call that what evicted the mf hitta' the victim won't sang on me
If you gon' get me bust I'm gon' bang on you
Fuck a bitch, got no trust, fuck my main homie
Off the hip got a Glock with your name on it
On his street let off shots leave a stain on it
Get my younging to water you off of the molly, leave some blood on they cement like pain on me
Bitches came in the rari with foolie and mari, you know that I rock with that thang on me
Niggas walk in a party while geeked up off molly if that lil nigga play, he stanked on
My lil dawg in the system for robbing these niggas the word on the street he got change on it
That's a no no I'm not saving no thot
Tony romo 17 in this Glock
Took a foreign stolo like it came off the lot
Drop a 3 and that 2 make it jump in the pot
Double back with the soda the yoda gone lock
When I come out the kitchen gone make rerock
They need to clean in aisle I just came from I should just let a nigga walk behind me with a mop
Tell 'em what you said

Is it my necklace on my heart what's feeling colder
I tried to tell her [?] she had our daughter
Too many people don't make it where I growed up
Came in the game I had my world on my shoulders

Pure codeine in a double cup
My whole team really love it all
Stacking all these racks money double up
Trash bags full of gas it out the mud
Pure codeine bitches
Talk to me take a seat off the chair
Big difference is they can't even compare
I'm the man off my town I should run for the mayor

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