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Quando Rondo

"Face the Fact"

Pooh you a fool for this (hah)
Hear this sh*t
Ayy, ayy, hmm, hmm, hmm
Ayy, hmm, hmm, hmm, ayy
Quando Rondo n*gga

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 comin’ 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 livin’ 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 f*ck
They expected me to keep it real when them n*ggas, they never showed no love
They questioned me like, “Did you give to them n*ggas you claimin’ 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 n*gga burn the picture up
The perfect time to slang that iron with [?], they tryna zip ‘em up
One day fasho, my n*gga dyin’ 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 comin’ at you”
“Give it up befo’ I blast you”, go ahead and whack dude
I drop a 10, then spin again, you know they comin’ back through
That pus*y boy said he gon’ whack who, I’m bussin’ 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 comin’ 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 livin’ 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
f*ck blood n*ggas get shot up in da hood
f*ck 69

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