Materialistic Pain - Quando Rondo

I, I’ll never try that thing again that they call love

(Ayy, pull up Lam')

I can’t even lie lately, I been caught up in my thoughts

Don’t think I’m changing on you

Tell 'em

Middle of the street, Hellcat Camaro, we racing

I remember the time when you turned your back on your dawg, I was locked in

them cages

Now I got a bag full of racks, finna call up a jet, take a trip out to Vegas

If rapping don’t work then it’s back to the trappin', the kitchen cabinet that

would pay us

All these hoes money cost clothes, VVs, and diamonds

Might be the number one reason dude in the slums can’t even find love

Out of all them flowers that’s gon' grow in the garden, this one blue rose in

the garden

My heart so close to the projects, I just pray they keep it solid

Ayy, ayy, I smoked a pound of some weed in a day

I feel like I need another one

I caught a case for this tool on my waist

But I got out and got me another gun

She kept on tellin' lies to my face

I left when she told me another one

When I look in the mirror, can see no one realer

I sit back and hand me another one

I wanna run it way way up, we gon' stack it tall like the dinosaurs

If you see it and want it, you know you could get it

I buy the things you ain’t half afford

designer store

Drowning deep in the water, no diving board

Shining bright like a diamond she can’t afford

Every day I be grindin' to get 'em more

All these hoes money cost clothes, VVs, and diamonds

Might be the number one reason dude in the slums can’t even find love

Out of all them flowers that’s gon' grow in the garden, this one blue rose in

the garden

My heart so close to the projects, I just pray they keep it solid

I don’t care 'bout no money, they bummy

Fuck on that ghetto lil' bitch wearing Jordans

Ayy, if I catch then I’m scoring

Let them shots out the carbon

Living life 'round the world, bitch, I’m touring

Ain’t nobody can

I done told 'em what time that she want it

A nigga run up then I’m bustin' his dome in

I don’t have a clue why she want it

I should’ve grindin', got caught up in romance

Tryna come change the climate

I wanna the potion

Call this shit perfect timing, Patek Phillipe and the Audemar, bitch,

it’s frozen

Say they looked but can’t find me, I’m on the Southside crying tears in the

ocean

All these hoes money cost clothes, VVs, and diamonds

Might be the number one reason dude in the slums can’t even find love

Out of all them flowers that’s gon' grow in the garden, this one blue rose in

the garden

My heart so close to the projects, I just pray they keep it solid