Pain Inside Of Me - Quando Rondo

She say she want a real street nigga, for for sure, gon' keep it G

Know you ain’t really been hurt 'less you felt what’s inside of me

Walked by the store in my black Forces, cargo pants, and all-white tee

The fact I got it out the mud might be the reason I sip lean

Think 'bout the chances that I took, it could’ve sent me to the pen

I thought 'bout on this hook, this off the head, I don’t need no pen

I taught the topic of the book, stay out the way, run up some bands

Reason my pockets super full 'cause I finesse, finesse, finesse

Finesse, finesse, finesse 'bout our finesser

Nobody sicker, ever play, they gon' get put up on that stretcher

We catch an opp, we up the score, that Glizzy sound like a Baretta

That ain’t no cap, my life a movie, bitch, and I ain’t got no director

Post in the trap, got Glocks, got Uzis, got anything that’s

I always tote that 30−30, bitch, you know I fuck with FNs

Finesse, finesse, count captain jugg, bitch, I learned that from

Look, lil' one, he the biggest flexer, Quando, hold on, what you doing?

She say she want a real street nigga, for for sure, gon' keep it G

Know you ain’t really been hurt 'less you felt what’s inside of me

Walked by the store in my black Forces, cargo pants, and all-white tee

The fact I got it out the mud might be the reason I sip lean

Think 'bout the chances that I took, it could’ve sent me to the pen

I thought 'bout on this hook, this off the head, I don’t need no pen

I taught the topic of the book, stay out the way, run up some bands

Reason my pockets super full 'cause I finesse, finesse, finesse