Gotta Do Better & Pray Quando Rondo
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[Intro]
Q— QRN, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Lil' shawty, I miss ya
I know I'm distant, girl, I'm chasin' the skrilla
She know that I ain't been the same since I lost my lil' nigga
On top of that, I caught a case, they got me lost in the system
Been through so many heartbreaks, I got so much on my mental
Locked behind bars, my heart scarred like yeah, yeah, yeah
Do I miss them foreign broads? Like yeah, yeah, yeah
Shootouts out them foreign cars like yeah, yeah, yeah
I ran this shit up with my boys like yeah, yeah, yeah
I hit my knees like, "Is there lovе for a thug nigga?" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck thе police 'cause ain't no love for a drug dealer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Want me with life up in prison
I know it's short, but it's the life in the trenches (Like yeah, yeah, yeah)
Girl, you so right, I'm in my feelings, I should give you a million (Like yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
My lil' niggas want me slingin' thirties (Slingin' thirties)
But I gotta do better and pray
Pussy nigga dissed me, he got murdered (Uh)
Murdered the boy on the curb right there, swingin' K's
[Verse 1]
Bitch, I know so many dead boys like I'm Boose
I caught a fed charge, now I'm paranoid they gon' do me
Swear I can hear my grandma voice, she 'posed to be in a movie
Talkin' to me like, "Tyquian, you made it out, boy, you stupid"
I feel like Snoop out Baby Boy 'cause it ain't shit I ain't seen
Youngin really ain't got no choice, he trappin', servin' them fiends
Whoever thought that I'd be on this rappin' shit was a dream
I made some millions off this shit without my face on a tee
Q— QRN, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Lil' shawty, I miss ya
I know I'm distant, girl, I'm chasin' the skrilla
She know that I ain't been the same since I lost my lil' nigga
On top of that, I caught a case, they got me lost in the system
Been through so many heartbreaks, I got so much on my mental
Locked behind bars, my heart scarred like yeah, yeah, yeah
Do I miss them foreign broads? Like yeah, yeah, yeah
Shootouts out them foreign cars like yeah, yeah, yeah
I ran this shit up with my boys like yeah, yeah, yeah
I hit my knees like, "Is there lovе for a thug nigga?" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck thе police 'cause ain't no love for a drug dealer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Want me with life up in prison
I know it's short, but it's the life in the trenches (Like yeah, yeah, yeah)
Girl, you so right, I'm in my feelings, I should give you a million (Like yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
My lil' niggas want me slingin' thirties (Slingin' thirties)
But I gotta do better and pray
Pussy nigga dissed me, he got murdered (Uh)
Murdered the boy on the curb right there, swingin' K's
[Verse 1]
Bitch, I know so many dead boys like I'm Boose
I caught a fed charge, now I'm paranoid they gon' do me
Swear I can hear my grandma voice, she 'posed to be in a movie
Talkin' to me like, "Tyquian, you made it out, boy, you stupid"
I feel like Snoop out Baby Boy 'cause it ain't shit I ain't seen
Youngin really ain't got no choice, he trappin', servin' them fiends
Whoever thought that I'd be on this rappin' shit was a dream
I made some millions off this shit without my face on a tee
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