[Intro: Quando Rondo]
Oh-oh, don't let me cry (Woah, woah)
(Why you goin' up, ReoN?)
QRN (Juvy Catcher 'bout a check), yeah
[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Million dollar check, million dollar nigga
Million dollar beef, million dollar hitter (Uh)
Million dollar streets, million dollar system (How?)
But, I ain't have a dollar back when I was little
That money changed the ones around, somethin' that I discovered
The same ones who not around, I used to call my brothers
Dawg, how you run to the internet when you got my number?
You ever seen two million cash layin' inside a duffle?
One hundred, I promise, I ain't frontin'
Two hundred, I promise, I came from nothin'
Three hundred, told 'em I'm gon' be somеthin'
Four hundred, lost it all wit' no worries
[Verse 1: Quando Rondo]
How many steps that's to a million dollar nigga?
Thе number one question that's to lil' homie in the trenches
Extensions, stocks, my Smith & Wesson on my side, it get wicked
I did some shit, it ain't no regret, I ask the Lord for forgiveness
It always happen to the ones who fake the life that they livin'
I made it happen on my own 'cause ain't no one wanna give me
I lost my cousin to this street shit, other ones to the prison
Pistols was clappin' 'bout my homie, it was either leave or get with it
Just me and Flash, I wrote a song same day he told me I'm gifted
It was either starve inside the streets, he ever since I be spittin'
I seen so much of poverty, I do this shit for my children
I ain't have a dollar for them sneaks, but always been rich in spirit
Oh-oh, don't let me cry (Woah, woah)
(Why you goin' up, ReoN?)
QRN (Juvy Catcher 'bout a check), yeah
[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Million dollar check, million dollar nigga
Million dollar beef, million dollar hitter (Uh)
Million dollar streets, million dollar system (How?)
But, I ain't have a dollar back when I was little
That money changed the ones around, somethin' that I discovered
The same ones who not around, I used to call my brothers
Dawg, how you run to the internet when you got my number?
You ever seen two million cash layin' inside a duffle?
One hundred, I promise, I ain't frontin'
Two hundred, I promise, I came from nothin'
Three hundred, told 'em I'm gon' be somеthin'
Four hundred, lost it all wit' no worries
[Verse 1: Quando Rondo]
How many steps that's to a million dollar nigga?
Thе number one question that's to lil' homie in the trenches
Extensions, stocks, my Smith & Wesson on my side, it get wicked
I did some shit, it ain't no regret, I ask the Lord for forgiveness
It always happen to the ones who fake the life that they livin'
I made it happen on my own 'cause ain't no one wanna give me
I lost my cousin to this street shit, other ones to the prison
Pistols was clappin' 'bout my homie, it was either leave or get with it
Just me and Flash, I wrote a song same day he told me I'm gifted
It was either starve inside the streets, he ever since I be spittin'
I seen so much of poverty, I do this shit for my children
I ain't have a dollar for them sneaks, but always been rich in spirit
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