Quando Rondo - Picture Me This Way lyrics
Quando Rondo [Tyquian Terrel Bowman] Savannah, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Quando Rondo - Picture Me This Way lyrics]
They drowned tryin' to ride my wave
They couldn't surf no more
I look Ma Dukes in the face like
We ain't gon' hurt no more
I'm healin' from a heartbreak
I done been hurt before
Now everyone around me paid
And rockin' Christian Dior
Got everyone in my face like
"When the tape gon' drop?"
Readin' the comments on my page
Like when the hate gon' stop?
Shooters hittin' my line like
"When the cake gon' drop?"
Got the key to my city
I got the gates on lock
Eighty-thousand on diamonds that's on
A new wrist watch as long as it's shinin'
No it ain't got to tick tock
I fell in love with designer
She really love my drip-drop
I really came from the trenches
That's why I love them grip Glocks
Down on my dick
I ain't have shit so I had to go get it
Pourin' codeine inside my drink so
I can handle my feelings
Prayin' to God that it don't rain 'cause
I got cracks in my ceiling
Look out my window watchin' J's served
In the back of the building
Kind of hard to leave the game
I'm tryin' to stack up a million
It's kind of hard to stack your
Change when you're constantly givin'
It's kind of hard to kick the drink
When day to night you be sippin'
It's kind of hard to leave the streets
When that's the life that you livin'
It's kind of hard to maintain when
They all in your business
It's kind of hard to switch lanes
When they want your position
No, they ain't picture me this way
I remember they used to laugh at me
Now when I walk up on the stage
All the bitches, they love to grab at me
Through these Cartier shades
I see the hate, why they mad at me?
Couple thousand in the safe
Other half go in the kitchen cabinet
I got 'em sick that they stomach
Startin' to have it no way
Shittin' on 'em in public like
I ain't got no manners
Bank account on fleek
I know they hate I got my balance
I told my haters take a seat because
I know they can't stand this
They couldn't surf no more
I look Ma Dukes in the face like
We ain't gon' hurt no more
I'm healin' from a heartbreak
I done been hurt before
Now everyone around me paid
And rockin' Christian Dior
Got everyone in my face like
"When the tape gon' drop?"
Readin' the comments on my page
Like when the hate gon' stop?
Shooters hittin' my line like
"When the cake gon' drop?"
Got the key to my city
I got the gates on lock
Eighty-thousand on diamonds that's on
A new wrist watch as long as it's shinin'
No it ain't got to tick tock
I fell in love with designer
She really love my drip-drop
I really came from the trenches
That's why I love them grip Glocks
Down on my dick
I ain't have shit so I had to go get it
Pourin' codeine inside my drink so
I can handle my feelings
Prayin' to God that it don't rain 'cause
I got cracks in my ceiling
Look out my window watchin' J's served
In the back of the building
Kind of hard to leave the game
I'm tryin' to stack up a million
It's kind of hard to stack your
Change when you're constantly givin'
It's kind of hard to kick the drink
When day to night you be sippin'
It's kind of hard to leave the streets
When that's the life that you livin'
It's kind of hard to maintain when
They all in your business
It's kind of hard to switch lanes
When they want your position
No, they ain't picture me this way
I remember they used to laugh at me
Now when I walk up on the stage
All the bitches, they love to grab at me
Through these Cartier shades
I see the hate, why they mad at me?
Couple thousand in the safe
Other half go in the kitchen cabinet
I got 'em sick that they stomach
Startin' to have it no way
Shittin' on 'em in public like
I ain't got no manners
Bank account on fleek
I know they hate I got my balance
I told my haters take a seat because
I know they can't stand this