Quando Rondo feat. NoCap – New Ones (Lyrics | Official Video)

Lyrics “New Ones” by Quando Rondo feat. NoCap

Run around with them same n**gas
I ain’t thinkin’ about hangin’ with new ones
I’ll go dig up them old rods
I ain’t thinkin’ about buyin’ no new guns

Stuck in the hood, this where my n**gas died
Kinda hard for me to move on
I’m tryna win, I ain’t tryna see no tie
I ain’t tryna put no suit on

I can buy a hundred steaks
And I still won’t meet the cops
My jewelry Frosted Flakes
I barely got time to see my pops
For the n**ga who murdered Slim
No doorbell, I’ma knock ’em off
I’ma put this Glock to work
I just pray to God that he get out, yeah, yeah

N**ga damn near thought about killin’ myself
‘Cause I ain’t wanna turn twelve
When I was in the water drownin’ with them sharks
They was thinkin’, oh well
High-speed chase, went and got a room with my b**ch
Thinkin’, will my ho tell
Me and Joe Dirt locked in for life like we ain’t got no bail
I’ma bring my mask out then go hunt for the opps, no Easter
See, my bank account got a new balance
I ain’t talkin’ about no sneaker
Spray ’em down with Clorox then make
The haters go sit on the bleachers
No new friends like two twins
I still run with the same people

Run around with them same n**gas
I ain’t thinkin’ about hangin’ with new ones
I’ll go dig up them old rods
I ain’t thinkin’ about buyin’ no new guns

Stuck in the hood, this where my n**gas died
Kinda hard for me to move on
I’m tryna win, I ain’t tryna see no tie
I ain’t tryna put no suit on

I can buy a hundred steaks
And I still won’t meet the cops
My jewelry Frosted Flakes
I barely got time to see my pops
For the n**ga who murdered Slim
No doorbell, I’ma knock ’em off
I’ma put this Glock to work
I just pray to God that he get out, yeah, yeah

Yeah, throwed all my kicks away
I got trust issues, throwed all my kicks away
Even my Christian Loubs, but ay, that’s how it be
I just didn’t see it in you
If I smoke cigarettes by the pack
I still won’t play like it’s cool
I wanna take a trip to Arizona
‘Cause all I think about is
How I’ma put my hood on like Trayvon
In my zone, they tote automatics

I’ma tear Burnsville down and I’ma name my projects AutoZone
Last night I couldn’t hear, I was too busy thinkin’ ’bout death
Water deep, I shoulda been Michael after all this pain I felt, yeah
Everybody around me armed, like they ain’t got no legs
I told ’em to bear with me, but I had lost a couple Teds
I seen so many starvin’, they took chances and went fed
Dreams of bet but I’m still in the hood tryna catch a bet
Spend a couple thousand on sh*es, it’s cool, we’ll get it back tomorrow
Runnin’ with the same n**gas since I was little so we gon’ pull up in Ferraris

Run around with them same n**gas
I ain’t thinkin’ about hangin’ with new ones
I’ll go dig up them old rods versuri.online
I ain’t thinkin’ about buyin’ no new guns

Stuck in the hood, this where my n**gas died
Kinda hard for me to move on
I’m tryna win, I ain’t tryna see no tie
I ain’t tryna put no suit on

I can buy a hundred steaks
And I still won’t meet the cops
My jewelry Frosted Flakes
I barely got time to see my pops
For the n**ga who murdered Slim
No doorbell, I’ma knock ’em off
I’ma put this Glock to work
I just pray to God that he get out, yeah, yeah…

➤ Written by NoCap & Quando Rondo
Album: From The Neighborhood to the Stage
Produced by Vicasso & SephGotTheWaves
Quando Rondo | NoCap | 2019

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