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Quando Rondo – Pain & Process Lyrics

Pain & Process By Quando Rondo

(Goddamn, BJ with another one)

Better look both ways when you cross the street, you better not go be hard-head
I swear lil’ youngin from the slums just wanna be a hothead
Two grams of blow from off the corner turned her to a snot-head
I’m where I’m at ’cause I stay humble through the pain and process
I thought you keep that shit one hundred, guess I was wrong about that
Stayed out one night now I can’t come home, come on with the bullshit
I think my heart’s still on the corner where the pistols sparkin’
I done been crossed by closest homies, how the fuck you top that?
I swear that we be chasing M&Ms, yeah
He disrespect me, put an M on him, yeah
I swear that we be chasing M&Ms, yeah
He disrespect me, put an M on him, ayy

So many nights I cry, like RIP to [Ralphie?], yeah, I miss you, homes
Ten bags from out the kitchen cabinet, trappin’, steady gettin’ low
With a daddy tryna raise his only family on the prison phone
From the way I live, know they won’t understand me ’cause I had to get my own
Tryna to figure out why I’m not platinum and I’m snappin’ damn near every song
Whole fifty thousand on this Patek, we catch him, you know we get him gone
Right back-to-back, my pistols blastin’, my rappin’, we tryna step on him
Live by the knife, die by the ratchet, what’s crackin’, the type of time I’m on
I gained some love from off the corner
Two double cups would get me in my zone
Had on the mask way before they made Corona
The love be fake why they won’t leave me lone
That new G-Wag’ sit up tall like a Hummer
Wait for the cash, I went and had a number
We get the packs and got the lowest numbers

Better look both ways when you cross the street, you better not go be hard-head
I swear lil’ youngin from the slums just wanna be a hothead
Two grams of blow from off the corner turned her to a snot-head
I’m where I’m at ’cause I stay humble through the pain and process
I thought you keep that shit one hundred, guess I was wrong about that
Stayed out one night now I can’t come home, come on with the bullshit
I think my heart’s still on the corner where the pistols sparkin’
I done been crossed by closest homies, how the fuck you top that?
I swear that we be chasing M&Ms, yeah
He disrespect me, put an M on him, yeah
I swear that we be chasing M&Ms, yeah
He disrespect me, put an M on him, ayy


Lyrics Corrected by “Malik Allen”