Testo Motivation - Quando Rondo
Testo della canzone Motivation (Quando Rondo), tratta dall'album Motivation
Yung Lan on the track
I got codeine in my body
Pharaoh, why you have to do it to 'em?
Quando Rondo, nigga
Hundred bands for a kilo, nigga
Only reason I went on a lick 'cause I got tired of hustling
Momma couldn't pay the bills, I know she tired of struggling
Ever since I was a lil one, I ain't had nothing
Walk a mile in my shoes, you'll see that I ain't fronting
I know one day I'm gon' make it 'cause I grind for it
Distant myself from that fake shit, I ain't got time for it
No, no, I ain't got time for it, oh no
Tryna stack my money tall like them Twin Towers
On your block I make it rain, that's a bullet shower
I want money and respect, nigga, fuck the power
Hundred shooters come in silent, that's a hundred vowels
Tryna get money, nigga, fuck these bitches
In my own lane, yeah, I'm on my road to riches
I just fuck 'em then I duck 'em, I don't love these bitches
Gave her my heart, she fucked that up, so I don't trust these bitches
Plenty times in that cell, I caught a couple cases
First day out, no wasting time, I went back to them basics
I'm chasing dead faces, I'm feeling betrayed-ed
I finally made it, them niggas they hated
The fact that my name was ringing bells
Locked up in that cell, ain't nobody help me pay my bail
Deep off in that water I was swimming just like Michael Phelps
Lost my nigga Quahfee, I swear you ain't know how I felt
Only reason I went on a lick 'cause I got tired of hustling
Momma couldn't pay the bills, I know she tired of struggling
Ever since I was a lil one, I ain't had nothing
Walk a mile in my shoes, you'll see that I ain't fronting
I know one day I'm gon' make it 'cause I grind for it
Distant myself from that fake shit, I ain't got time for it
No, no, I ain't got time for it, oh no
I know that Leeky gon' kill for me
And I know that Rufus go hard for me
I know that Pargo send shots for me
Do drive-bys in all of them cars for me
OZ'll take out his heart for me
And I did time in that yard for me
It's a lot of shit Flash taught to me
It's a lot of shit Flash taught to me
If it's pressure with them niggas we gon' gun 'em down
When it's beef, bitch, we creep, we gon' run you down
My favorite alphabet that K, it shoot a hundred rounds
Vomit the blood then cross them out for 'bout a hundred pounds
Potato on the barrel, swear that it won't make a sound
And we ain't squashing shit, you know why I lay you down
Leave 'em in the lost and found, I'm the sickest in my town
It get wicked in my town, so you better not play around
And you know we be on that gang shit
Disrespect that gang, swear to God you'll get your brain split, yeah
R.I.P. Quahfee three times
And my niggas they with it, we just buried about three nines
Only reason I went on a lick 'cause I got tired of hustling
Momma couldn't pay the bills, I know she tired of struggling
Ever since I was a lil one, I ain't had nothing
Walk a mile in my shoes, you'll see that I ain't fronting
I know one day I'm gon' make it 'cause I grind for it
Distant myself from that fake shit, I ain't got time for it
No, no, I ain't got time for it, oh no
Credits
Writer(s): Milan Modi, Brain Anamayatana, Michael Hayden, Tyquian Bowden
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