Caught Up In My Thoughts By Quando Rondo
Pipe that *** up TnT
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This for my niggas in prison that stay calling from the jail phone
You know I rap about my life… listen
Look, since I been up it been hard to tell who really my friend
Like who gon’ hold it down to the end
Who can I call to vent
Don’t ever want mama, mama to cook *** again
From Juvenile like sending letters they pick up the pen
My mama always used to say you need a change of friends
Like what’s the difference *** now and then
I’m sipping codeine and I can’t seem to stop
I’m with the same ass niggas from the apartments, the projects
Late night scheming
*** boy dreaming
I’ma put my [?]
Make sure they know the real meaning
I was just late night scheming
*** boy dreaming
I’d rather think about our transformations in life
And can’t let nothing come between us
I’m thinking about a lot of secrets that people don’t know
Remember I was struggling the reason I jumped out the pole
I made a promise to be solid and stick to the code
Weight on my shoulders but it’s so much I take edibles
My cousin crossed me I took that to the chin
Thinking about Leeky got my dawg in the pen
You know we [?]
Tell you my struggles girl sit back let me vent
I got in trouble tryna hustle mama couldn’t pay the rent
I’ont want no stripe selling white [?]
Sittin’ in that cell with nobody
I know you sleeping probably
[?] I wanna tell you I’m sorry
You supposed to be with me now skirting off in this rari’
Look, since I been up it been hard to tell who really my friend
Like who gon’ hold it down to the end
Who can I call to vent
Don’t want ever want mama, mama to cook *** again
From Juvenile like sending letters they pick up the pen
My mama always used to say you need a change of friends
Like what’s the difference *** now and then
I’m sipping codeine and I can’t seem to stop
I’m with the same ass niggas from the apartments, the projects
The strangest things will make ’em hate, like why they envy
[?] if you up and [?]
Better change the [?] *** the Maybach I want the Bentley truck
I-95 I went hellcat [?] came back with a brick boss up
Bought some new shoes, I stepped in mud
You facing two words from the judge
I look around they switching up
When they fell down and couldn’t get up
I picked ’em up when they was struggling
I don’t give a *** ’bout all that cousin ***
Marriage is that Christian wife and husband ***
I’m tryna put together puzzles
Like how the *** I lose [?]
What would 2Pac say about the struggle
I know I’m straight [?]
I know the jewler’s [?]
How I fall in love with a project ***
Always been on some project ***
Niggas don’t even [?]
I’m stayin’ down I’m tryna run up an M
Walked in the building like the picture I’m him
These niggas know that I’m him
Since I been up seems like the fake love is real
Mama the bills gon’ get paid long as we got vacuum zips
Look, since I been up it been hard to tell who really my friend
Like who gon’ hold it down to the end
Who can I call to vent
Don’t want ever want mama, mama to cook *** again
From Juvenile like sending letters they pick up the pen
My mama always used to say you need a change of friends
Like what’s the difference *** now and then
I’m sipping codeine and I can’t seem to stop
I’m with the same ass niggas from the apartments, the projects
I gotta tell them niggas this (Ayy)
This for my niggas in them prisons steady calling through the jail phone
Ayy
Q-R-N
This for my niggas on Carl Griffin steady calling through the jail phone
Quando Rondo ***!
