Quando Rondo - Life Of Crime

{intro}
(this neil on the track)
The soul soldier, ha
Nigga, ain't no cap in that
Loud up them clips, ha

{chorus}
Ever since that nigga died from off that side, they claim that's my fault
Don't bring your ass outside if you ain't 'bout it, we gon' draw that white chalk
Wrong or right, my niggas stepping, we don't really like y'all
He play with us, we bust his fucking metal rim and turn them lights off
I'm from the city of savannah where we die all the time
Shoot at your mama, kill your par'ts every time they come 'cross the line
I feel like soulja slim and pac, i live the life of crime
I'm scared to put some pеnnies in the streets 'cause thеy might drop a dime

{verse 1}
They think 'bout playing with big perc they going in the dirt
I'm in they section on a bike, they come to my side, i swear i'm shooting first
This smith & wesson let off lights, on my life you going on a shirt
You air my name to get some likes, on your life, you going in the dirt
I like to fuck on her pussy every time i'm on percs
I told her bend that ass over, go on and make that thing squirt
Two double cups, i'm sipping tech, i sipped the soda then burped
Send my lil' nigga to the west, i make him take all they work
He rode his bike through over, thought i tried to blow the bike off
My niggas itching like some pests, swear they can't wait to bite y'all
I got no love for a bitch, no, i won't never wife y'all
So many times i walked that line, locked behind a white wall
I got a drop on all them niggas, we gon' burn up they trap
We on the 3rd with hella pistols, y'all drive by then get clapped
Don't make us pull up on y'all block then take a pic on the ave
I put this shit in vvss, rolling like i'm handicapped

{chorus}
Ever since that nigga died from off that side, they claim that's my fault
Don't bring your ass outside if you ain't 'bout it, we gon' draw that white chalk
Wrong or right, my niggas stepping, we don't really like y'all
He play with us, we bust his fucking metal rim and turn them lights off
I'm from the city of savannah where we die all the time
Shoot at your mama, kill your par'ts every time they come 'cross the line
I feel like soulja slim and pac, i live the life of crime
I'm scared to put some pennies in the streets 'cause they might drop a dime

{verse 2}
I told them they can't hang with me 'less they get tats in they face
Lil icy beat a body now they got my nigga back in the cage
I catch you slipping by the store, they put that mac in your face
We beat that nigga at the show, we kept our glocks on our waists
The way i came up from the bottom, know i got 'em amazed
You niggas stuck inside the city, they can't get up out the maze
I'm really god to my niggas, they come to me and pray
I went so hard for some niggas that's not with me today
I flew a bitch out from the port and made her eat my cock off
Don't make us quit that, come and kick your door, don't make me get you knocked off
The police took lil pluto glock, he bounced back with a sawed-off
Now every state a nigga go, i fuck them bitches raw dog

{bridge}
See, one thing about it when you ain't got no money or shit like that, your brains end up on the curb
I'm running with some real hitters, real crip niggas, real killers, and every day, we posted on the 3rd

{chorus}
Ever since that nigga died from off that side, they claim that's my fault
Don't bring your ass outside if you ain't 'bout it, we gon' draw that white chalk
Wrong or right, my niggas stepping, we don't really like y'all
He play with us, we bust his fucking metal rim and turn them lights off
I'm from the city of savannah where we die all the time
Shoot at your mama, kill your par'ts every time they come 'cross the line
I feel like soulja slim and pac, i live the life of crime
I'm scared to put some pennies in the streets 'cause they might drop a dime