Quando Rondo - Unconditional lyrics

ShareTweet [Intro: Quando Rondo] Pooh, you a fool for this one Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ay Ooo, Quando Rondo n***a Winners circle [Chorus: Quando Rondo] Unconditional fake love, that’s what they showed me (Showed me) I been grindin’, perfect timin’ on my Rollie (Rollie) EA Sports, I’m in the game ballin’ like Kobe (Kobe) In the trenches rockin’ out wit’ my lil’ woadie My girl rock her like a rockstar wit’ no guitar I’ve been [?] on these bad, bad broads, all these pop stars Cruisin’ on an interstate in a fast car Bring the real cat scat, practice, not a NASCAR NASCAR [Verse 1: Quando Rondo] Same pitfall, who we get, we were paper chasin’ Rubber bands inside my shoebox Ain’t no nothin’ ’bout no safe (’Bout no safe) Spendin’ sh** and get it back it back again That fixture’s in rotation (In rotation) I know these n***as hatin’ but [?] it ’cause that just motivates She hit it from the back, my jack got beated on her Caught the p**y, gave that hustle and then I skeeted on her I cut my partner off, no scissors, realized I ain’t needed homie I put my trust in that lil’ bitty but she [?] around and cheated on me Constant conversations with me ex, she wanna be together I came up from the bottom so my motto “yeah, we Rich Forever” Free my n***a Queasy, we hit licks together Beefin’ wit’ the Opps, we swang that block We take the sticks together, yeah [Chorus: Quando Rondo] Unconditional fake love, that’s what they showed me (Showed me) I been grindin’, perfect timin’ on my Rollie (Rollie) EA Sports, I’m in the game ballin’ like Kobe (Kobe) In the trenches rockin’ out wit’ my lil’ woadie My girl rock her like a rockstar wit’ no guitar I’ve been [?] on these bad, bad broads, all these pop stars Cruisin’ on an interstate in a fast car Bring the real cat scat, practice, not a NASCAR NASCAR [Verse 2: Lancito] Pull up in a fast car wit’ the doors goin’ suicide Money over b**hes, that forever be my alibi Had to leave my b**h ’cause she [?] with the other side Catch her wit’ a n***a, choppa singin’ like a lullaby My new b**h, she be carvin’ but I think I love the chase tho’ Nike shoebox, got me screamin’ [?] a safe tho’ Stars in the ceilin’, this this outta space flow They wanna let me [?] but let me hit in a Wraith tho’ My momma, she be trippin’ all night, I be schemin’ Balmain’s is on my body, it protects me from my demons Half a mil’ on Worldstar, think I must be dreamin’ That’s my baby girl, she the Kel to my Kenan And these n***as wanna beat me, they need me And they know soon they gon’ see me, on TV I be [?] all these pop stars like RiRi Swear this sh** is not a game now, believe me [Chorus: Quando Rondo] Unconditional fake love, that’s what they showed me (Showed me) I been grindin’, perfect timin’ on my Rollie (Rollie) EA Sports, I’m in the game ballin’ like Kobe (Kobe) In the trenches rockin’ out wit’ my lil’ woadie My girl rock her like a rockstar wit’ no guitar I’ve been [?] on these bad, bad broads, all these pop stars Cruisin’ on an interstate in a fast car Bring the real cat scat, practice, not a NASCAR NASCAR