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rondoe – my life lyrics

[intro]
yea
2thou12 sh+t
yea

[verse 1]
it’s the drought and n+ggas they can’t get no work
phone going berserk, serves gettin’ on my nerves
my n+gg keeps sayin that the sh+t gone be in
but he been sayin that the last few weekends
when n+ggas ain’t eatin’, sh+t’ll get bad
n+ggas that you knew all your life will run up in your pad
suckas get around other suckas and do sucka sh+t
let ’em run together, put ’em in one clique
now all the sudden everybody wit the mob
everybody wit the sh+t, until somebody die
they said men don’t cry, sh+t i was hurt
when i seen them put my n+gga chubb in the dirt
death or the pen, come with the game
i slide through the hood, but sh+t just ain’t the same
i don’t be hanging ’round with new n+ggas
shout out to the world, i fucc’s wit the gritters

[talking]
yo (yo)
straight the fucc up (straight the fucc up)
shout out to the real n+ggas (to all the real n+ggas)
rip to my lil bro duke
da f+cking gun gun
my n+gg cubb, my n+gga tigg
we gonna keep it pushin’ tho’
rip to my n+gga lil c too man (yea)
sh+t happens tho’ man
life goes on

[verse 2]
my mama like, ya’ll always into something
but ya’ll grown now, she hug us and tell us she love us
she tell me be careful, she know you n+ggas haters
i’m taking the stairs, they on the elevator
it ain’t too many n+ggas left in my circle
got rid of the bozos and the steve urkles
times gettin’ harder then i ever seen ’em
i’m losing n+ggas to the grave and the fucc’n system
i’m tryin’ to get my fam and n+ggs up outta here
and if you feel what im sayin then say, h+ll ya
the eagles ain’t comin’, n+ggas better have options
cutty i’m grown, i need more than a few dollars
2 baby mamas, 2 kids
they gotta eat my n+gg, you’ll never see they ribs
i’m sayin so much sh+t been going on lately
asking god for forgiveness, wanting him to really save me
the whole world crazy, babies having babies
a product of environment, fresh out the ’80s

[talking]
yo, fresh out the ’80s, but the ’90s made me tho (the ’90s made me)
just hope god can forgive me, for all the bullsh+t, n+gga be going through man
it ain’t sh+t tho
bust a n+gga head to the white meat
still (still, n+gga)

- rondoe lyrics

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