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[intro]
closing up shop and locking doors
turning up lost in some unknown
silence so mighty you go deaf
bombs are going off inside your chest

[verse 1]
all my n-ggas real and all your n-ggas fake
yo’ b-tch she on me, got her wet like the lake
i’m in new york just cooling eating steaks
they all on my d-ck like rondo “why you drop the rakes?”
cuz the bricks is the jakes
i’m riding with the 8, make one move six sh-lls to your face
b-tch i’m first place, p-ssy boy you late
i’m eating everything, a whole feast on my plate
a lot of n-ggas hate, a lot of n-ggas snakes
i saw you n-ggas shake when i pulled up in that may
spray you with that k, spray you with that k
because the k leave you erased have ’em gone outer sp-ce
they took my bro l’a, they took my bro j-money
we on that sh-t, having us flap like some zombies
all you n-ggas funny, all you n-ggas bummy
put the nine to your tummy, let it chew you like your gummy
i gotta eat i’m hungry
i can’t sleep i’m up
riding in the black truck, ready to f-ck sh-t up
all my n-ggas up, all your n-ggas down
tell them give me crown, becaue i don’t f-ck around
i gotta eat right now, i gotta eat right now
alot of n-ggas clowns, and i dont make a sound
i just move myself around, away from the crowd
the crowd get shot down, and i don’t get shot down
i do hits then leave town, i hit stains on pounds
i don’t party at lounge, i don’t get drunk b-tch
i’m off the skunk b-tch, i don’t give a f-ck b-tch
i don’t knuckle up b-tch, you’ll get shot quick
see you on my block b-tch, you will get shot quick, around my block b-tch

[outro]
f-ck 12
r.i.p pluto, r.i.p l’a capone man
r.i.p j-money man, i miss you n-ggas, all my n-ggas man
r.i.p d-thang, r.i.p baldy, r.i.p odee, r.i.p keita, r.i.p moe
r.i.p all of the motherf-cking guys, squad!
why they take the motherf-cking guys
now it’s finna get f-cking live

- rondonumbanine lyrics

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