Dope Boy Dreams - Quando Rondo

Pourin' up for them real niggas

We gon' roll one up for the real hittas

(I'm working on dying)

Quando Rondo, nigga

All the real niggas in Heaven, man, I need someone to call on

Nowadays these phones tapped, I don’t even wanna talk on 'em

Down a very long road, these niggas ain’t never walked on it

My back against the rope, she cut her ties so I could fall on it

You wasn’t built to hold shit down, that’s why you turned your back on me

You couldn’t hold me down, even if you had on some gravity

I built my own empire, they tryna take down my masterpiece

I think they mad I turned my dreams into reality

See, I was grindin' out my trunk, I feel like Master P

Pourin' up for them real niggas

Roll one up for them real niggas

Dope boy dreams, sip out the cup for them real niggas

Post in the cut with them real killas

Loyalty run deep, but it seem like my friends ain’t friends no more

Blood in the streets plus in my veins don’t make us kin no more

15K, that’s for a verse, remember gettin' 10 a show

Goin' before my time, I’m like a binder, I won’t bend or fold

I put my dick inside your ear, fuck what you heard, but they stay talkin'

Feelin' just like Future off this herb, and plus them Perkys callin'

I could hear Miss Murdy callin'

Pick up the phone, she tellin' me I ain’t got no worries, darlin'

Like Hakuna Matata

It ain’t no more room on my roster

I flip around the city with top shottas

Timmy told me go get 'em, and I got 'em

All 'em broken promises, I never bought 'em

All the real niggas in Heaven, man, I need someone to call on

Nowadays these phones tapped, I don’t even wanna talk on 'em

Down a very long road, these niggas ain’t never walked on it

My back against the rope, she cut her ties so I could fall on it

You wasn’t built to hold shit down, that’s why you turned your back on me

You couldn’t hold me down, even if you had on some gravity

I built my own empire, they tryna take down my masterpiece

I think they mad I turned my dreams into reality

See, I was grindin' out my trunk, I feel like Master P

Pourin' up for them real niggas

Roll one up for them real niggas

Dope boy dreams, sip out the cup for them real niggas

Post in the cut with them real killas

All banded up, so I’m by myself

No, I don’t really be on no party shit

I’m tryna feed the streets, I feel like Roddy Ricch

How you 'posed to be my dawg, you wanna murk me, though?

Signed to the streets three times, I feel like Durkio

Countin' a Patek while on a jet, I ain’t talkin' Tokyo

You told them lies to me, no Pinocchio

And then you got the nerve to ask me how I feel, nigga

Pour one up for them real niggas

I wanna tell the world about you just so they could get jealous

And if you see her 'fore I do, tell her I wish that I met her

If I catch the opposition, guarantee I’ma scratch 'em

So we bet' not let me catch 'em

All the real niggas in Heaven, man, I need someone to call on

Nowadays these phones tapped, I don’t even wanna talk on 'em

Down a very long road, these niggas ain’t never walked on it

My back against the rope, she cut her ties so I could fall on it

You wasn’t built to hold shit down, that’s why you turned your back on me

You couldn’t hold me down, even if you had on some gravity

I built my own empire, they tryna take down my masterpiece

I think they mad I turned my dreams into reality

See, I was grindin' out my trunk, I feel like Master P

Pourin' up for them real niggas

Roll one up for them real niggas

Dope boy dreams, sip out the cup for them real niggas

Post in the cut with them real killas