[Quando Rondo]
(Cxb know he go crazy)
Man, this shit crazy
I can´t even go to sleep without my bible at the head of the bed, man (Nah, for real)

Uh, drug lovin´, late night, guns bustin´
One hundred, straight thuggin´, I love it
Uh, keep it tight, gun huggin´, no tusslin´
Street life, married to the hood hustlin´ (Spacy got that sauce, ho)

[Quando Rondo]
My codefendant folded on me, I can´t even trust myself
He in there sick with no money, gettin´ sicker in that cell
I get that picture they don´t love me, I´m feelin´ like, "Nah, for real"
My lil´ nigga told me he hungry, all he know is rob and kill
I swear, I swear that the gang keep flowin´, sippin´ out a pint, a liter
I swear, I swear that the pain keep showin´, but he never act like he hurt

[Lul Timm]
All these bodies on my conscience, huh?
Crazy, catch him walkin´ out a party, hop out, walk him down
Baby, I got cheddar on my noggin, my revolver out
Lasers, I got stretchers, I got coffins in my mama house
They praise them all on Dida, I been thuggin´ at my grandma house
Bodies, I got plenty, they won´t go away
Top shotta, I got plenty, no way, José
Plenty cases I done beat, who your lawyer? I´ma pay him
Undefeated in the streets, I know they plottin´ just to take him

[ Quando Rondo]

Ashes, ashes, wanna take my life
I take a gamble every time I´m goin´ up on ´em, woah
Caskets, caskets, come and take a ride
Before I let ´em catch me slippin´, I´ll do time in the hole

[Quando Rondo]
Oh, you know it took me some time to figure out that they ain´t gon´ vouch for us for real
They gon´ vouch for a dollar bill
But shit, we ballin´, no, ain´t no "I" in team
It´s an "E" though, and it´s an "E" in "We," and also it´s an "E" in "Fuck ´em"

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Father, they plan on takin´ my soul
Off in that water, they gotta know I´m wet

Don´t play, shoot straight, I´ma hit ´em with it
Big 38, nigga know I keep a semi
Got plenty money, known for whackin´ niggas, you ain´t fuckin´ with me
With this chrome, jack, ´til your death, I sleep myself, don´t lay me down
Pussy-ass boy, we smoked on him, to keep it real, he wasn´t even strong
They know that we poppin´ shit, tell ´em all, "Make pain songs"
When you weak, gon´ get they top peeled, tell they mama they ain´t goin´ home
Spin ´em all, fuck the industry because my money long
Tryna put you straight to sleep, what type of time you on?
Dead body, don´t need a home
Why? Bitch, ´cause they soul gone

For years, they planned on zippin´ me, for years, they been gettin´ rolled on

[Quando Rondo]
My codefendant folded on me, I can´t even trust myself
He in there sick with no money, gettin´ sicker in that cell
I get that picture they don´t love me, I´m feelin´ like, "Nah, for real"
My lil´ nigga told me he hungry, all he know is rob and kill
I swear, I swear that the gang keep flowin´, sippin´ out a pint, a liter
I swear, I swear that the pain keep showin´, but he never act like he hurt