Quando Rondo - End of Story lyrics

[Intro] Dubba-AA flexing Mook on the beats Mmm, you know we living, we on This Is The Sound Look [Chorus] 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 sh*t but cry when a ni**a get knocked You ’posed to walk it how you talk it But sh*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 fu*k what they say, that's understood, we had to make it home I put that on the neighborhood before they bust my domе Lul Timmy riding right or wrong [Verse] Blood on your brother on the ground, go and pick your mans up Damn right, we scrеaming self-defense, he shouldn't have never put his hands on me Look at the footage, that's all the evidence, see them pussy ni**as shouldn't have ran up on me Who the fu*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*tch, make it eight Come run up on me, bite the bait Thirty clip on me, jump out, shake That sh*t a shame I'ma live this way until they put me in my grave Ayy, we be on some beast sh*t We be on some rockout with that Glock out, on some G sh*t I be with them youngins, really mopped out on that three sh*t We be on some blaka, blow they block off, hit they streets sh*t We be on some fu*kin’ hit his mama house when his b*tch in there [Chorus] 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 sh*t but cry when a ni**a get knocked You 'posed to walk it how you talk it But sh*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 fu*k what they say, that's understood, we had to make it home I put that on the neighborhood before they bust my dome Lul Timmy riding right or wrong [Outro] Red rum, top shotta, they play, I'm dropping a body Right by the store with all them Crip ni**as, 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 fu*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 fu*king with him Dig what I'm saying? And everybody think this sh*t a game I already know it's murder behind this sh*t