Quando Rondo - In My Section lyrics

(JD on the track)
Tell 'em label me a real one
Tell 'em label me a real (Ayy)
Tell 'em label me a real one
Tell 'em label me a real one
Tell 'em label me a real one (Boy50)

Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like
I didn't catch it
Put a condom on that dick around that Glock
They'll know I'm well protected
Youngest thuggin' in my section
And they gon' rock out with that
Calico for that Smith and Wesson
Durk told me treat the rap
Game like the dope game
They throwin' so much dirt
They done covered up my whole name
This that straight drop, scrape the pot
Pure cocaine
This that straight drop, scrape the pot
Pure cocaine

What the world comin' to?
Niggas tellin' on they partners
Why the fuck they break the rules?
Convicted felon grippin' on this chopper
I might make the news
I gave up every cent and fuckin' dollar
I done paid my dues
A-B-C-D, fuck it man, I'm past due for a W
Upside down, I'ma stack them M's
Ballin' so hard, I might break the rim
Can't fuck with y'all niggas
Y'all fuck with them
You should've known better, it's up with them
I've been grippin' them Glocks
With Bob and Tim
Lil Zane my nigga, made it far with them
Say she showin' the set, we mobbin' him
I don't ever hear a rat
Not involved with him
She wrote my name on her photo
I got my game from the olders
I got the world on the shoulders
I got this girl on my shoulders
I pour the drank in peach soda
I pour my pain in peach soda
I think my heart gettin' colder
I swear it's hard to be sober

Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like
I didn't catch it
Put a condom on that dick around that Glock
They'll know I'm well protected
Youngest thuggin' in my section
And they gon' rock out with that
Calico for that Smith and Wesson
Durk told me treat the rap
Game like the dope game
They throwin' so much dirt
They done covered up my whole name
This that straight drop, scrape the pot
Pure cocaine
This that straight drop, scrape the pot
Pure cocaine

That brand new Hellcat go real fast
I know you hear the motor
And they say God give his toughest
Battles to his strongest soldiers
See I got bitch problems
Jaiden like a parrot on my shoulder
Plus I got rich problems
It's a couple niggas say I owe them
Standin' on the corner, selling yay
Yeah it was hard work
Drop down to my knees every
Night, had to pray, had to put God first
Last time I faced the main
Reason why my heart hurt
Brought the neighborhood to the stage, damn
Look how God work
I swear I had to start first
He tryna grind, he tryna shine
But he don't fear the trap i lost my mind
I had to snap back like a fitted cap
And they claim they showin' love but
I really don't feel none
Before it's all done
They gon' label me as a real one

Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like
I didn't catch it
Put a condom on that dick around that Glock
They'll know I'm well protected
Youngest thuggin' in my section
And they gon' rock out with that
Calico for that Smith and Wesson
Durk told me treat the rap
Game like the dope game
They throwin' so much dirt
They done covered up my whole name
This that straight drop, scrape the pot
Pure cocaine
This that straight drop, scrape the pot
Pure cocaine