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Q.R.N Quando Rondo Nigga, aye Back to the basics nigga, back to the basics Back to the basics nigga, back to the basics Back to the basics nigga, back to the basics Back to the basics nigga, aye 2012, I was twelve at his cell rappin' off of instrumentals, then Louie told me Quando boy you a fool wit' it 2013 got a .38 revolver, tuck that in my pants, swear I use to go to school with it This a real life story so I gotta keep it real Stack-stack that money for a lawyer I been told that since a lil' one I be totin' on a Tommy I ain't talkin' 'bout no Hilfiger If it ain't about blue hunnits nigga I don't wanna deal with you Straight off the head but they gon' think that I wrote this Couldn't afford no bed, on the floor with all the roaches Shawty got good head, pussy wet just like the ocean Adderall and the percys the only thing that keep me focused Doubled up with sticks, pistol, I'ma explode it Double cup with drank got me movin' in slow motion I let that hoe meet mother so now she thinkin' she a Bowman I'ma fuck with no rubber see I don't really need no Trojan I was sittin' in a cell when I made that "I Remember" Now I'm fuckin' all these bitches and they name I don't remember SongtexteI was down bad on my dick just last September Now every diamond on me hittin' cold like last winter Couple months ago see I was sleepin' in a basement Now I'm rockin' all these shows turnin' up on all these stages I had to tell me momma no, I gotta stack it up and save it Real street nigga sweae I came up from the pavement I went to jail for a gun came home went back to the basics I just hit a homerun and I done touched all four bases I know they hate I came up I see the look on all they faces My last bitch changed up I left her in a free agent Too many missed calls, why the fuck they keep on callin' me? Shawty on the block, then why the fuck she keep on stalkin' me? Came up from the projects to the top, that's where I ought to be Grippin' on this FN, in case a nigga wanna start me Six plus six, twelve shots, I got two revolvers More money, more problems, they be feelin' on the problem solvers Shop in Neiman Marcus, 1500 for my sneakers Shirt made by Versace and the print came off a cheetah Went to school and got suspended, never listen to my teachers Now my life full of grinnin', turn them haters to believe us Shawty so one-hunnit, swear to God she keep it G tho But if I gotta beat you then baby I don't need you Couple months ago see I was locked behind the cell tho Took a trip to Cali just to spend a bag on Melrose Whole team be ballin', I ain't talkin 'bout no D Rose Deep off in that water I might just went down a well talkin' Labels keep on callin' talkin' about signing I'm like hell no Since like twelve I been on probation I might go back to jail for the chances I'm takin' I might need a cemetery for all of these dead faces Back to the basics, back to the basics Back to the basics, back to the basics Back to the basics, back to the basics Back to the basics, back to the basics Back to the basics, back to the basics Back to the basics, back to the basics Back to the basics, back to the basics Straight off the head but they gon' think that I wrote this Couldn't afford no bed on the floor with all the roaches Shawty got good head, pussy wet just like the ocean Adderall and the percys the only thing that keep me focused Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Ohh-oh-oh Uhh, uh, uh, uh Ohh, eh, eh, eh Quando Rondo Nigga-a-a-a-a Back to the basics, yeah Back to the basics, yeah Back to the basics, yeah Ohh-oh-oh Back to the basics Aus Songtexte Mania