Felon - Quando Rondo

Ayy, 5−0 won’t leave out the way,

I ain’t have a dollar to my name, when I called you, you wasn’t there

We used the trash bag as an armor, case it rained on them project steps

Whole fifty racks, gave to my mother, 'cause they ain’t playing fair

(WhoisMike goin' crazy)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I heard somebody want smoke, we gon' up and blow yellow tape on this street

corner

I had kick in the door just to run up a check, tryna take care my grandma

I had some mud on my beak 'cause I climbed out the mud like I’m tryna conquer

He left some blood on his feet 'cause he dying, walked down for the love of the

dollar

If you pretend to love me for my money, fancy cars, clothes, and diamond rings

And I say only a shame, no, you fuckin' talk 'bout all kinda things

She prolly walk in the puddle, that my designer bag

Play with my heart, I open fire, let the fire rain

One thing for sure, down for my rider back from diaper days

Some days I wish that I could take back like them Nike J’s

Glock 22 right by my belt that was made by Dapper Dan

I was in the cell when they called, said «Get up, right away»

It was urgent mail from my girl, bae called me right away

When I called her phone and she picked I ain’t expect her to say

Two days ago, somebody took lil' life away

Ayy, 5−0 won’t leave at the way,

I ain’t have a dollar to my name, when I called you, you wasn’t there

We used the trash bag as an armor, case it rained on them project steps

Whole fifty racks, gave to my mother, 'cause they ain’t playing fair

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I heard somebody want smoke, we gon' up and blow yellow tape on this street

corner

I had kick in the door just to run up a check, tryna take care my grandma

I had some mud on my beak 'cause I climbed out the mud like I’m tryna conquer

He left some blood on his feet 'cause he dying, walked down for the love of the

dollar

Ayy, 5−0 won’t leave at the way,

I ain’t have a dollar to my name, when I called you, you wasn’t there

We used the trash bag as an armor, case it rained on them project steps

Whole fifty racks, gave to my mother, 'cause they ain’t playing fair

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I heard somebody want smoke, we gon' up and blow yellow tape on this street

corner

I had kick in the door just to run up a check, tryna take care my grandma

I had some mud on my beak 'cause I climbed out the mud like I’m tryna conquer

He left some blood on his feet 'cause he dying, walked down for the love of the

dollar

Love of the dollar

He left some blood on his feet

All for the love of the dollar

He gon' run up for the love of the dollar

He gon' run up for the love of the dollar

He gon' run up for the love of the dollar

He gon' run up for the love of the dollar