Chords for Quando Rondo "Motivation" (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)

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You're just trying to land on the track
[Eb] Mmm, I got codeine in my body
[B] Pharaoh, [Ebm] why you have the door to him?
I'm calling the Rondo [Gb] niggas
Oh, that bass for a kilo, nigga
Only reason I went on that leash
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 [Eb] had nothing
Walk a mile in my shoes
[Ebm] You'll see that I ain't farting
I know one day I'm gonna make it
Cause I'm going 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 [Gb] Oh no
_ _ Trying to stack my money tall like new twin towers
On your block, I make it rain, that's a bullet [B] shower
[Ebm] I want money and respect, nigga, fuck the power
Hundred [Gb] shooters coming silent, that's a hundred vowels
Tryna get money, nigga, fuck these [Ab] bitches
[Db] In my own lane, [Bbm] yeah, I'm on my road to riches
[Gb] I just fuck them, then I duck on my own love, these bitches
Came from my own street, fuck that up
So I don't trust these bitches
Plenty times in that cell, I caught a couple cases
First thing I know, it's the time I went back to [Ebm] them bases
I'm [Gb] chasing their faces
I'm feeling [Eb] betrayed
I [Ebm] finally made it
Them niggas, they hate it
The fact that my name was ringing bells
Locked up in [Gb] that cell, ain't nobody help me pay my [B] bills
Keep off [Ebm] in that water, I was swimming just like Michael Phelps
Lost my nigga coffee, I swear you ain't know how I felt
Only reason I went on that leash
Cause I got tired of hustling
Mama couldn't pay the bills _ _ _
_ [Abm] _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _
I know one day I'm gonna make it
Cause I grind [Eb] 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 Lil' Nicky gon' kill for me
And I know that Rufus go hard for me
I know that Pug has [Gb] his shots for me
Those drive-bys are all of them cars for [B] me
OZ, a takeout is [Ebm] hard for me
And I did time on that yard for me
It's a lot [Gb] of shit, flex hard to me
It's a lot of shit, flex hard to me
If it's pressure with them niggas, we gon' gun them down
When this beat, bitch, we creep, we gon' run you down
My favorite alphabet, that K is true to [Eb] 100 rounds
Pull back [Gb] the blood that crossed the mouth about 100 pounds
Potato on the barrel, swear that it won't make a sound
And when you squash the shit, you know why I let you down
Leave them in the lost and found
I'm the sickest in my [Abm] 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 [B] split Yeah
[Ebm] R.I.P. Guapi three times
And my niggas, they [Gb] waited
We just buried about three, nine
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 [Eb] got nothing
Walk a mile in [Ebm] my shoes
You'll see that I ain't farting
I know one day I'm gon' make it
Cause I grind for it
This [Gb] and my stuff from that fake shit
I ain't got time for it
No, no, I ain't got time [Eb] for it Oh [Gb] no
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