Scarred From Love - Quando Rondo

Yeah, yeah, yeah

You will stop playing?

Ooh, Quando Rondo, nigga, yeah yeah

I don’t know what I need

So when I tell you I love you

Girl, I really don’t mean it

Yeah, I really do mean it

Yeah

You really touched me to my heart

Permanent scars the day I found that you cheated

I kept it real with you, girl

I guess you was tryna get even

I felt like Adam, you my Eve, we’re in the Garden of Eden

How the fuck you claim you love someone

When you don’t know the real meaning

You always listen to your friends and let 'em come in between us

I guess that ring and that new teddy bear, little shorty don’t mean nun

Don’t understand where we stand, I might need a chair

The way that I been feeling lately, you ain’t never care

I call your phone and you don’t pick up, baby girl, you got me nervous

Is it the cameras or the fame, the tory burch or all them purses

I know your worth and girl you worthless

Anything you wanted, I purchased

Baby, I know you ain’t perfect, what I do to deserve this

I know I lie, I don’t spend time

I know I cheated before

You ask me why, do not reply, I never needed no hoe

Look at the sky, I’m bout to dive, I’m bout to jump off the boat

I hope I drown, I hope I die, my heart gon' float coast to coast

I’m with some youngings from the trenches who gone serve by the store

I won’t admit it, I’m addicted, sipping lean, pouring fours

Spin on they block, it ain’t no missing, leave some shells on the floor

I wrote her name inside that prison in the cell on the door

My nigga telling me I’m tripping 'cause I fell for that hoe

She sent me pictures on cargriven, threw her mail on the floor

I put some VVs in my teeth, they cost a band of some coke

I’m 'a send some VVs to your house and yea we want all the smoke

You really touched me to my heart

Permanent scars the day I found that you cheated

I kept it real with you girl

I guess you was tryna get even

I felt like Adam, you my Eve, we’re in the Garden of Eden

How the fuck you claim you love someone and you don’t know the real meaning

You always listen to your friends and let 'em come in between us

I guess that ring and that new teddy bear, little shorty don’t mean nun

Don’t understand where we stand, I might need a chair

The way that I been feeling lately, you ain’t never care

I made an oath to all my niggas, I ain’t never gone change on 'em

I threw the ones to all the strippers, I want Ben Franks on 'em

I told 'em keep they handshakes 'cause they love faking, it’s phony

I remember way before the cameras and the fame they ain’t want me

Two-car garage in the streets

Girl, I go hard in these streets

I left my heart in these streets

Girl, I’m the hardest in these streets

We shoot at cars in the streets

We slang that rod in the streets

Too many broads in the seat

Play your cards fucking with me

She want Chanel on her feet,

Hair and nails they’re on fleek

She keep them M’s by the week,

Cartier lens so she can see

She keeps my pints, I sip that lean

I tote that Glock with that big red beam

I’m in love with that block, Blocboy JB

Nigga run up, get shot, we don’t aim for feet

Sell them rocks just to eat with them big OGs

Yeah my pain runnin' deep like the deep blue sea

Why they hating on this G, they don’t even know me

Double cup favourite syrup, baby lean on me

When I post in the hood got a Glock on the seat

So I wish a nigga would got a Glock in my reach

Backwood full of kush no swisher sweet

Steady you lying through yo teeth I know you cheat

My heart so cold 'til the day we meet

Every time that I’m able you know I preach

I ain’t ever watch cable I was out in these streets

Sitting it the cell writing songs 23

Phone call from the label my song got leaked

Whatever you sow best believe you gon' reap

Every time it’s smoke you know we creep

Up with the pole every time it’s beef (yeah)

I really came from the trenches, I had to grind to hustle

Everyday I stayed on the mission an make it out the struggle

I’m kicking shit in new Givenchy, dripping all these puddles

I’m with my team, we got a plan no we ain’t gotta huddle

You know I fought the way we came if you had been where we was

I’m in the court room, locked in chains I’m getting judged by a judge

So I really don’t mean it, yeah I really don’t mean it

Quando Rondo nigga