Quando Rondo - Pain & Process lyrics
Quando Rondo [Tyquian Terrel Bowman] Savannah, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Quando Rondo - Pain & Process lyrics]
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
Better look both ways when
You cross the street
You better not go be hard head
I swear lil' youngin from the slums
Just wanna be a hothead
Two grams of blow from off the corner
Turned her to a snot head
I'm where I'm at 'cause I stayed
Humble through the pain and process
I thought you'd keep that shit one hundred
Guess I was wrong about that
Stayed out one night, now I can't come home
Come on with the bullshit
I think my heart's still on the
Corner where the pistols sparkin' (Bop)
I done been crossed by closest homies
How the fuck you top that?
I swear that we be chasing M&Ms, yeah
He disrespect me, put an M on him, yeah
I swear that we be chasing M&Ms, yeah
He disrespect me, put an M on him, ayy
So many nights I cried, like RIP
To Ralphie, yeah, I miss you, homie
Ten bags from out the
Kitchen cabinet, trappin'
Steady gettin' low
Grew up with daddy tryna raise his
Only family on the prison phone
From the way I live
Know they won't understand me 'cause I
Had to get my own
Tryna figure out why I'm not platinum and
I'm snappin' damn near every song
Whole fifty thousand on this
Patek, we catch him
You know we get him gone
Ride back-to back, them pistols
Blastin' 'bout rappin', we tryna step on him
Live by the knife, die by the ratchet
What's crackin'? The type of time I'm on
I gained some love from off the corner
Two double cups would get me in my zone
Had on a mask way before they made Corona
Feel like they fake
Why they won't leave me 'lone?
That new G Wag' sit up tall like a Hummer
Wait for the cash, I went and had a number
We get the packs and got the lowest numbers
Better look both ways when
You cross the street
You better not go be hard head
I swear lil' youngin from the slums
Just wanna be a hothead
Two grams of blow from off the corner
Turned her to a snot head
I'm where I'm at 'cause I stayed
Humble through the pain and process
I thought you'd keep that shit one hundred
Guess I was wrong about that
Stayed out one night, now I can't come home
Come on with the bullshit
I think my heart's still on the
Corner where the pistols sparkin'
I done been crossed by closest homies
How the fuck you top that?
I swear that we be chasing M&Ms, yeah
He disrespect me, put an M on him, yeah
I swear that we be chasing M&Ms, yeah
He disrespect me, put an M on him
Better look both ways when
You cross the street
You better not go be hard head
I swear lil' youngin from the slums
Just wanna be a hothead
Two grams of blow from off the corner
Turned her to a snot head
I'm where I'm at 'cause I stayed
Humble through the pain and process
I thought you'd keep that shit one hundred
Guess I was wrong about that
Stayed out one night, now I can't come home
Come on with the bullshit
I think my heart's still on the
Corner where the pistols sparkin' (Bop)
I done been crossed by closest homies
How the fuck you top that?
I swear that we be chasing M&Ms, yeah
He disrespect me, put an M on him, yeah
I swear that we be chasing M&Ms, yeah
He disrespect me, put an M on him, ayy
So many nights I cried, like RIP
To Ralphie, yeah, I miss you, homie
Ten bags from out the
Kitchen cabinet, trappin'
Steady gettin' low
Grew up with daddy tryna raise his
Only family on the prison phone
From the way I live
Know they won't understand me 'cause I
Had to get my own
Tryna figure out why I'm not platinum and
I'm snappin' damn near every song
Whole fifty thousand on this
Patek, we catch him
You know we get him gone
Ride back-to back, them pistols
Blastin' 'bout rappin', we tryna step on him
Live by the knife, die by the ratchet
What's crackin'? The type of time I'm on
I gained some love from off the corner
Two double cups would get me in my zone
Had on a mask way before they made Corona
Feel like they fake
Why they won't leave me 'lone?
That new G Wag' sit up tall like a Hummer
Wait for the cash, I went and had a number
We get the packs and got the lowest numbers
Better look both ways when
You cross the street
You better not go be hard head
I swear lil' youngin from the slums
Just wanna be a hothead
Two grams of blow from off the corner
Turned her to a snot head
I'm where I'm at 'cause I stayed
Humble through the pain and process
I thought you'd keep that shit one hundred
Guess I was wrong about that
Stayed out one night, now I can't come home
Come on with the bullshit
I think my heart's still on the
Corner where the pistols sparkin'
I done been crossed by closest homies
How the fuck you top that?
I swear that we be chasing M&Ms, yeah
He disrespect me, put an M on him, yeah
I swear that we be chasing M&Ms, yeah
He disrespect me, put an M on him