Chords for Quando Rondo - Motivation [Official Music Video]

_ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] I got cool to eat on my [Gb] body.
Pharaoh, [Ebm] why you have to do it to him?
I'm calling the runner, [Gb] nigga.
Hey, fast for it.
Key load, nigga.
Only reason I went on that league,
cause I got tired of hustling.
Mama couldn't pay the bills,
and I know she tired of struggling.
Ever since I was a little one,
I ain't had nothing.
[Eb] Walk a mile in my [Ebm] shoes,
you'll see that I ain't frontin'.
I know one day I'm gonna make it,
cause I'm going for it.
[Gb] Dis in myself on that face,
I ain't got time for it.
No, no, I ain't got [Eb] time for it.
Oh [Gb] no.
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Tryna stack my money tall like new twin towers.
On your [Gb] block, I make it rain,
that's a bullet [B] shower.
[Ebm] I want money and respect,
nigga, fuck the power.
[Gb] Hundred shooters coming silent,
that's a hundred vowels.
Tryna get money, nigga,
fuck these bitches.
In my own lane, yeah,
I'm on my [B] road to riches.
I [Gb] just fuck them,
then I duck on my own love these bitches.
[Ebm] Came from a horse,
she fucked that up,
so I don't trust these bitches.
Plenty times in that cell,
I [Gb] caught a couple cases.
First thing I know,
it's the time I went back to the basics.
[Gb] I'm chasing that faces.
I'm feeling [Eb] betrayed, [Gb] and
I finally made it.
Them niggas, [Ebm] they hate it.
The fact that my name was ringing bells.
Locked up [Gb] in that cell,
ain't nobody help me pay my [B] bills.
Deep off in that [Ebm] water,
I was swimming just like Michael Phelps.
Lost my nigga coffee,
I swear you ain't know how I feel.
Eureka, now I went on that leash,
cause I got tired of hustling.
[Eb] Mama [Gb] couldn't pay the bill.
Mamas, what you got?
Guns. Oh, _ nigga.
[Ab] Where your shoes at, mama?
[Ebm] I know one day I'm gonna make it.
Cause I [Eb] grind for it.
Distance [Gb] myself from that fake shit.
I ain't got time for it.
No, no.
I ain't got time [Eb] for it.
[Ebm] Oh, no.
_ I know the leaky gon' kill for me.
And I know the roofers go hard for me.
I know the [Gb] buggers and shots for me.
The dropouts are all of them cars for [B] me.
OZ, I [Ebm] take out his heart for me.
And I dig time [Eb] in the yard for me.
It's a lot [Gb] of shit flexed hard to me.
It's a lot of shit flexed hard to me.
If it's pressure with them niggas,
we gon' gun em down.
When this big bitch we creep,
we gon' run you down.
My favorite alphabet,
that K is true to a hundred rounds.
[Ebm] Pull back the blood that crossed her mouth
about a hundred pounds.
Potato on the barrel,
[Gb] swear that it won't make a sound.
And when you squash the shit,
you know why I lay you down.
Leave em in the loft and found.
I'm the sickest in my town.
It get wicked in my town.
So you better not play [Ebm] around.
And you know we be on that gang shit.
Disrespect [Gb] that gang sweat,
I got you, get your brain split.
[B] [Ebm] Yeah.
R.I.P. Guapi three times.
And my niggas, they [Gb] with it.
We just buried about three now.
Only reason I went on that league,
cause I got tired of hustling.
Mama couldn't pay the bills,
I know she tired of struggling.
Ever since I was a little one,
I ain't got [Eb] nothing.
Walk [Ab] a mile in my shoes,
you'll [Bb] see that I ain't [Ebm] farting.
I know one day I'm gon' make it,
cause I'm going [Eb] for it.
Distance [Gb] myself from that face,
I ain't got time for it.
No, no, I ain't got time [Eb] for it.
[Gb] Oh no.
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