In My Section - Quando Rondo

Tell 'em label me a real one

Tell 'em label me a real (Ayy)

Tell 'em label me a real one

Tell 'em label me a real one

Tell 'em label me a real one

(Boy50)

Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like I didn’t catch it

Put a condom on that dick around that Glock, they’ll know I’m well protected

Youngest thuggin' in my section

And they gon' rock out with that Calico for that Smith and Wesson

Durk told me treat the rap game like the dope game

They throwin' so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name

This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine

This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine

What the world comin' to?

Niggas tellin' on they partners, why the fuck they break the rules?

Convicted felon grippin' on this chopper, I might make the news

I gave up every cent and fuckin' dollar, I done paid my dues

A-B-C-D, fuck it man, I’m past due for a W

Upside down, I’ma stack them M’s

Ballin' so hard, I might break the rim

Can’t fuck with y’all niggas, y’all fuck with them

You should’ve known better, it’s up with them

I’ve been grippin' them Glocks with Bob and Tim

Lil Zane my nigga, made it far with them

Say she showin' the set, we mobbin' him

I don’t ever hear a rat, not involved with him

She wrote my name on her photo

I got my game from the olders

I got the world on the shoulders

I got this girl on my shoulders

I pour the drank in peach soda

I pour my pain in peach soda

I think my heart gettin' colder

I swear it’s hard to be sober

Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like I didn’t catch it

Put a condom on that dick around that Glock, they’ll know I’m well protected

Youngest thuggin' in my section

And they gon' rock out with that Calico for that Smith and Wesson

Durk told me treat the rap game like the dope game

They throwin' so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name

This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine

This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine

That brand new Hellcat go real fast, I know you hear the motor

And they say God give his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers

See I got bitch problems, Jaiden like a parrot on my shoulder

Plus I got rich problems, it’s a couple niggas say I owe them

Standin' on the corner, selling yay, yeah it was hard work

Drop down to my knees every night, had to pray, had to put God first

Last time I faced the main reason why my heart hurt

Brought the neighborhood to the stage, damn, look how God work

I swear I had to start first

He tryna grind, he tryna shine, but he don’t fear the trap

I lost my mind, I had to snap back like a fitted cap

And they claim they showin' love but I really don’t feel none

Before it’s all done, they gon' label me as a real one

Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like I didn’t catch it

Put a condom on that dick around that Glock, they’ll know I’m well protected

Youngest thuggin' in my section

And they gon' rock out with that Calico for that Smith and Wesson

Durk told me treat the rap game like the dope game

They throwin' so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name

This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine

This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine