Letter to You - Quando Rondo

Talking 'bout me on the internet, waiting for me to write back

Got in my lane and caught some fame, he didn’t like that

This a letter to him, I’ma tell him how I feel

Is it me or him like the fact I got a record deal

I ain’t never went out bad and that’s on neighborhood crip

How the fuck you say you raised me and I met you last year?

I told my partners to chill, boy you could’ve been killed

Somethin' deep down been tellin' me don’t you cock back the steel

'Cause I got somethin' to lose and you got somethin' to prove

Goin' live on FaceBook, flexin' with all your tools

The only good advice you gave is take our pistol to school

Visits on my rounds killin' me or is it deja vu?

'Cause it’s too good to be true, is you really gon' shoot?

This a song to the fans but this a letter to you

How the fuck I bet your hand and you ain’t never did shit for me

Locked up, call Griffin, you couldn’t send a couple cents to me

Drop down to my knees, lord do you hear me?

It’s a dirty world, matter fact it’s filthy

Judge held a grudge, I swear to God that I’m not guilty

My heart steady screamin' out, lord please heal me

If it really was some pressure why the fuck you ain’t gon' slide on me?

Put my trust in DJ then that nigga testified on me

Double back, come strapped with the MAC

That day he tried to put that fire on me

No face, no case, I emptied out that four five on me

In the city where I’m from, I swear it’s kill or be killed

You gotta stay up on your pivot, anybody can get it

Before I walk up out the door I swear I’m tuckin' my steel

Mama be prayin' every night because my city get wicked, yeah yeah

In the city where I’m from, I swear it’s kill or be killed

You gotta stay up on your pivot, anybody can get it

Before I walk up out the door I swear I’m tuckin' my steel

Mama be prayin', 'cause she know that my city get wicked, yeah yeah

Yeah yeah (speak them facts nigga)

Yeah yeah (speak them facts nigga)

Uh uh, Quando Rondo nigga (grrah)