Quando Rondo – End Of Story Lyrics | Official Audio

Lyrics End Of Story – Quando Rondo

Look, sometimes the best response is none at all
You probably would’ve left your mans
That ain’t one hundred, dawg
See nowadays, it’s like the fans doing the police job
Y’all talk that gangsta s**t but cry
When a n**ga get knocked
You ‘posed to walk it how you talk it

But s**t, I still ain’t got my point across
Ayy, if the shoe was on the other foot
They wouldn’t have said he wrong
F**k what they say, that’s understood
We had to make it home
I put that on the neighborhood
Before they bust my dome
Lil Timmy riding right or wrong

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Blood on your brother on the ground, gon’ pick your mans up
Damn right we screaming self defense
He shouldn’t have never put his hands on me
Look at the footage, that’s all the evidence
See them p**sy n**gas shouldn’t have ran up on me
Who the f**k said that I was hidin’
I’m still ridin’ ’round with them bands on me
And to set the records straight
I ain’t never had no show inside the A

Million on my head, that’s what they say
That’s all you got b**ch, make it eight
Come run up on me, bite the bait
Thirty clip on me, jump out, shake
That s**t a shame
I’ma live this way until they put me in my grave

Ayy, we be on some beast s**t
We be on some rockout with that Glock out on some G s**t
I be with them youngins really mopped out on that three s**t
We be on some blaka, blow they block off, hit they streets s**t
We be on some f**king hit his mama house when his b**ch in there

Sometimes the best response is none at all
You probably would’ve left your mans
That ain’t one hundred, dawg
See nowadays, it’s like the fans doing the police job
Y’all talk that gangsta s**t but cry
When a n**ga get knocked
You ‘posed to walk it how you talk it

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But s**t, I still ain’t got my point across
Ayy, if the shoe was on the other foot
They wouldn’t have said he wrong
F**k what they say, that’s understood
We had to make it home
I put that on the neighborhood
Before they bust my dome
Lil Timmy riding right or wrong

Red rum, top shotta, they play, I’m dropping a body
Right by the store with all them Crip n**gas, only life that I had
What they don’t know, he knocked down foenem
And did it all with no mask
Know many men, they wanna kill me
Feeling like Curtis Jackson, woah

I don’t give a f**k how no one feel
My mans ain’t do nothing wrong
And if your mans wouldn’t have did the same
You need to stop f**king with him
They on our side
And everybody think this s**t a game
I already know it’s murder behind this s**t…

➤ Written by Quando Rondo
Produced by Mook On The Beats & Dubba-AA
Quando Rondo | 2020

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