RondoNumbaNine - Play For Keeps lyrics

[Verse 1: L'A Capone] We play for keeps The whole hood know me No new n***as, they ain’t on the block Making guap trying to feed the team Got a motherf**ing dot no circle Big 30 hanging out, no curfew One call, yeah Booka gone murk you Sneak diss, man that’s gone hurt you Oh yeah, we taking sh** Steady running from the Jakes and sh** When we reach the top We could stop doing this basic sh** Cause I’ll ride or die for my n***as I’ll get crucified for my n***as You’ll never see a one on one, f** boy The whole squad gone get you These n***as so phony though They’ll act like your homie, though 'Til they see some bands, but it ain’t your mans He just bail like Romeo And I’m still by the corner store f** all this rapping, bro Might think it's a concert And get beyond hurt cause we clapping, ho Now roll that dope sh** On the block we smoking sh** And n***as die cause the cops Come quicker than the motherf**ing doctor, sh** It’s one thing I never did And that’s love a b**h Cause I’m drilling sh** I only love my clique My OG told me to slow down I see an opp then he get blowed down Take him down then smoke his whole pound Ah, they deep, huh? Empty the round Get caught but I won’t make a sound But it's dead cause I’m shooting out of town We sell green and white but no brown I'm finna bust a shell right now These n***as ain’t really in the field Little Folks going in for the k** Late night trying to creep with the steel Shondale, how that hot sh** feel? And I love when I’m off that pill Can’t change boy I’m too real They say real n***as don’t say they real Well f** n***a I’m real And if he can’t break bread he fake I had one more buck on my plate It was me and bro, we was in the store And both of us got 50 cent cake A b**h can’t tell me she late The condoms I use don’t break We at the starting point of this race We gone win, n***a I can’t wait [Verse 2: Rondonumbanine] Rondo'll gamble with your soul GDK f** a Brick, get exposed In the hood, strapped up, bunch of poles Jakes snatch me up and you know I can’t fold 600, free my n***a, D-Rose All these hoes kind of getting too old I ain’t playing no lover games with them lover gangs n***as get smoked Yeah, it's a lot of shooters on my squad Yeah, it's a lot of shooters on my squad And if he holding on that work he get robbed TEC on my neck, I don’t need no bodyguard These n***as be crazy These n***as don’t tote These n***as think it’s a joke Let me see an opp, I'm a blow See a lot of n***as say I changed Cause Rondo done made a little change I still claim the set I claimed And I ain’t going, try to take my chain D-Block, free my n***a M-Thang Steve Drive, that’s my campaign And I would never snitch, that just don’t exist Cuz, that's blood on my name Yeah, I’m a shooter b**h Tay 600 up them rugers quick Deadbeat pops, got raised by the block I was trying to make it flip He was probably with his moms He was probably on the porch Since a youngin, b**h I been that n***a I was blowing the torch You know how I rock, n***a They know how I rock, n***a Cdai got 22 shots, n***a Add 8 more, that’s a mop, n***a n***as do all that talk My n***as don’t come from that cloth Rock a opp, they could take that loss 600, b**h, Rondo the boss