Yo, lil b, it's NKO on beat

Hey, mama (hey, mama)
Look at your son now overseas (cra, cra)
I'm a white guy, but don't worry, I respect all the killers and Gs (yo)
They hate me now
But in a couple of years, everyone will understand the value (cra)
Young Rondo still rocks even if they close all the doors on him
Fuck haters (fuck haters)
Comments are worthless (yo)
Don't believe it? Come outside
Real life here is very different (I'm alright)
Even if you see me living lavish
It doesn't mean I'm not savage
At fashion week in Paris
The next day I'm in the trenches, yo
Ssg, we serious members (what)
In the night like steppers (cra)
They will love me in this country
I'd rather die but I have no choices (shut up)
My ghetto bitch (my ghetto bitch)
Wants a real bad man (wants a real bad man)
Florida is not Tampa (Tampa)
She moves her bounda, looks like Natasha

And I chipped in for a table but I don't even party anymore, yes
Check out the jacket
The price of a ticket on a head, no
That's it, opps don't bother anymore
Active, every day we make money
Tel-hô, I'm with a shatta (I have)
Always a guy to shoot (yes)
You'll say hello to Satan
Nigga, I'll end up single
Condemned, my heart is sealed
Like my guy Billy, I'm solid
Check out the Rollie, it can breathe underwater
You know Big Russ? That's my killy
You know Rondo? That's my killy
Everyday catching opps and killing
I'm so icy, look at my Patek

The girls know I'm nothing like them
If I hit that once, I'll do it again
Looking at bro, like, "We need more skengs
A couple hand tings and a Scorpion" (shatta)
They see Rondo, that's my brother
And if you don't like that, suck your mother
Concentrate and tap on the trigger
Right now, need two girls in my villa
I'm sounding like Wy', Killy my slime
Looked in her eyes, shorty's my type
I think she wants Shy between her thighs
Quarter past three, we're lit tonight
She's loving the pipe, I'm breaking her spine
Loves a good time, live your best life
Run up on whom? Must wanna get fried
Rondo, my bro, that's family ties

And I chipped in for a table but I don't even party anymore, yes
Check out the jacket
The price of a ticket on a head, no
That's it, opps don't bother anymore
Active, every day we make money
Tel-hô, I'm with a shatta (I have)
Always a guy to shoot (yes)
You'll say hello to Satan
Nigga, I'll end up single
Condemned, my heart is sealed
Like my guy Billy, I'm solid
Check out the Rollie, it can breathe underwater
You know Big Russ? That's my killy
You know Rondo? That's my killy
Everyday catching opps and killing
I'm so icy, look at my Patek

Yo, lil b, it's NKO on beat

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