Lyrics Felon - Quando Rondo

Felon

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