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first night out - hit em up rondo lyrics

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real n*gga

real n*gga

real n*gga radio

aye, aye sensei

young n*gga

the difference between you and the rest of these so called street n*ggas

you did your time like a g

stood tall and never fold

the game been waitin’ on you

treat everyday out da cage

like your first day home young n*gga

live while you’re alive

i got status now

got a b*tch in atlanta now

was in the hood at granny house

finna be gettin’ a grammy now

i counted 5 with my gloves on

was on probation residue on that money i had thеm drugs on it

ass fat i rubbed on it

i put that pole in her walkеd up wit that stick like a cane wit a old n*gga

kids in my hood admire me like a legend who said a millionaire n*gga couldn’t be a convicted felon

i moved my family out the hood to double car garage

i keep that glizzy ‘run my city ain’t no need to jog

he out that pump and he ain’t squeeze he pump faked me out

screamin free me out that cell my n*ggas wanna break me out

i’m swaggin like a pretty boy but i’m too g

subzero wit dat .40 make a n*gga freeze

third letter alphabet i c my future now

hear them n*ggas hatin from the bleachers, gotta mute em out

get off my d*ck i’m so true to this (yeah)

i’m so new to this (yeah)

i don’t know who to pick

was in my hood wit no where to go

i know they hear me on the radio rappin a box

now i get paid to blow

i’m so true to this

to be honest i’m so new to this

all the labels callin i don’t know who to pick

was in my hood wit no where to go

i know they hear me on the radio rappin a box now i get paid to blow

i ain’t no slime but i’m a young thug

she like dora but exploring for the wrong love

but i can’t trip about no b*tch cuz that’s now n*ggas fall

i’m 5’7 but i’m tryna stack my money tall

my goal to make it out the hood i’m shootin for the rim

i got some soldiers in my camp rest in peace to slim

trigg crippin but i still might buy em red bottoms

tec just wanted to feed his family but the feds got him

they say i spit just like a prophet but i’m ratchet wit it

can’t do that show without that pole gotta have that ratchet wit me

i love my city but my city like a trap for me

they rootin for the kid i love to hear them clap for me

if you gon listen to my music listen when i speak

like what’s the reason goin to church if you don’t hear him preach

like what’s the reason buyin a lawyer if you finna tell

n*gga i never spoke to tom brady i don’t talk to 12 n*gga no

i’m so true to this (yeah)

i’m so new to this (yeah)

i don’t know who to pick

was in my hood wit no where to go

i know they hear me on the radio rappin a box

now i get paid to blow

i’m so true to this

to be honest i’m so new to this

all these labels callin i don’t know who to pick

was in my hood wit no where to go

now they hear me on the radio rappin a box now i get paid to blow

y’all got me f*cked up n*gga ya hear me

y’all got me f*cked up n*gga, 10 toes down in that jail (fresh out n*gga)

ya hear me n*gga kept my mouth solid on everything n*gga (and we back at it n*gga)

came home n*gga did that time back to that bag back to that studio n*gga

(aye let me hear the whole thang )

- hit em up rondo lyrics

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