Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song They See, artist - Quando Rondo. Album song Life B4 Fame, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
They See |
They just see how I’m livin' |
They don’t really know how I be feelin', nah |
They just see how I’m livin' |
They don’t know how I be feelin' |
K-Swiss on my feet and I just wanted some Fo&osites |
Dreamin' 'bout them suburbs from the projects |
Late night schemin', tryna make a profit |
I know they gon' hate when that black card get in my wallet |
K-Swiss on my feet and I just wanted some Fo&osites |
Dreamin' 'bout them suburbs from the projects |
Late night schemin', tryna make a profit |
I know they gon' hate when that black card get in my wallet |
I gotta go hard on these instruments just to get these benjamins |
Leeky next door to my cell, we was talkin' through a vent |
He told me it’s F&F, so it ain’t no new friends |
Once I make it to the top mama gon' get that new Benz |
These niggas be bitch made, I guess that shit a new trend |
Me and you are not the same so quit that comparison |
He livin' a fairy tale, like them Odd Parents |
Free my nigga NaNa, he was trappin' out the Heritage |
I put money over bitches 'cause these gon' kiss and tell |
Feelin' just like Lucci, all them haters they gon' wish me well |
I’ma try my luck and throw a penny in the wishing well |
Paper chasing, did my calculation on a digi scale |
Looked my auntie in her eyes, I told her I would never fail |
Looked my brother in his eyes, I told him I would never fail |
Free my niggas Juan and Icy, I know they forever real |
Gotta stay solid, it’s from the projects to that jail cell |
K-Swiss on my feet and I just wanted some Fo&osites |
Dreamin' 'bout them suburbs from the projects |
Late night schemin', tryna make a profit |
I know they gon' hate when that black card get in my wallet |
K-Swiss on my feet and I just wanted some Fo&osites |
Dreamin' 'bout them suburbs from the projects |
Late night schemin', tryna make a profit |
I know they gon' hate when that black card get in my wallet |
How the fuck you changed on me? |
you changed homie |
You was in it for the fame homie, the fame only |
I was locked up in them chains on me, you switched lanes on me |
Now my body filled with pain on me |
How the fuck you changed on me? |
you changed homie |
You was in it for the fame homie, the fame only |
I was locked up in them chains on me, you switched lanes on me |
Now my body filled with pain on me |
How the fuck you changed up? |
Look what the fuck a nigga came from |
I stuffed that dirty Curry in my bankroll |
You told me if I keep it G that you gon' keep it gangster |
Every day I’m strapped down, Walker Texas Ranger |
These niggas fake, I thought that we was A-1 |
Smile in your face but they ain’t really your day one |
Hoodie on, head down, I’m feelin' just like Trayvon |
Magazine that’s in my clip, no Avon |
I just want a mil in my face, hope I get a record deal off this tape |
Changed on me, Quando Rondo nigga, yeah |