Heartaches - Quando Rondo Lyrics

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And now I'm in the studio with my nigga Cxb, he turned the P's up
(Love makes me sick)

3000PM on the Hellcat, I'ma stomp it off
Them project houses, I ain't see 'em when I lost my bro
Youngin wildin, youngin never had a million dollars
But he can show you how to run down, empty out that Glock

My uncle sittin' in the prison, catching all the boxes
We suffer from the same feelings, steady takin' losses
I know this shit here in the game, watch out for triple crosses
You wearin' merch from them boys gang no more, my diamonds flawless
I swear my faith goin' no way
Heartbreak, Band-Aid, lost a homie
Yellow tape broad day, we be on that
Trey-eight, AK, run a four flat

My nigga died, to get him back, I be hopin'
It's hard to go sleep at night because I seen him bust open
Like, come and join the rough riders, every time we ride, we be rollin'
Know life is all 'bout survival, every time we slide, we be totin'
I feel the pain from my mans, I been really with him
Lowkey, I be steady switchin' lanes, five percent the window
Ridin' 'round with that flame, rubber bands, we gon' make 'em hit 'em
I done made a whole hundred grand, came up from a nickel
She can't come around and be my bae 'less she fuck my niggas
Monkey in the middle, take this pack and throw it to the prison
Started from the bottom like I'm Drake, now I got a million
All I read is make a call or make a say, Uncle, vacuum seal 'em (Let's go)

My uncle sittin' in the prison, catching all the boxes
We suffer from the same feelings, steady takin' losses
I know this shit here in the game, watch out for triple crosses
You wearin' merch from them boys gang no more, my diamonds flawless
I swear my faith goin' no way
Heartbreak, Band-Aid, lost a homie
Yellow tape broad day, we be on that
Trey-eight, AK, run a four flat

Facts, we gon' trap 'em all out a bando
Extension clip inside the MAC'll leave a crack in his window
For my lil dog 'cross the tracks, who wear a mask and he kick doors
Just tryna run up some racks, so he can move all his kinfolk
I tried so hard, but I just can't quit them double cups
Crip be sellin' hard on 38, tryna double up
Life behind them bars, murder case on another level
I been goin' hard, tryna get paid on another level
New two-car garage, park the Wraith on the yard
My uncle, he caught life in the state, broke my heart
Skated on them high-speed chase in the car
I done earned my stripes, jumpin' gates, playin' cards (Let's go)

My uncle sittin' in the prison, catching all the boxes
We suffer from the same feelings, steady takin' losses
I know this shit here in the game, watch out for triple crosses
You wearin' merch from them boys gang no more, my diamonds flawless
I swear my faith goin' no way
Heartbreak, Band-Aid, lost a homie
Yellow tape broad day, we be on that
Trey-eight, AK, run a four flat