NBA Youngboy & Quando Rondo – I Swear (Instrumental) (Prod. By Spacy & CxbGoCrazy)

[Intro: Quando Rondo]
(Cxb know he go crazy)
Man, this shit crazy
I can’t even go to sleep without my bible at the head of the bed, man (Nah, for real)
Uh, drug lovin’, late night, guns bustin’
One hundred, straight thuggin’, I love it
Uh, keep it tight, gun huggin’, no tusslin’
Street life, married to the hood hustlin’ (Spacy got this sauce, ho)

[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
My codefendant folded on me, I can’t even trust myself
He in there sick with no money, gettin’ sicker in that cell
I get that picture they don’t love me, I’m feelin’ like, “Nah, for real”
My lil’ nigga told me he hungry, all he know is rob and kill
I swear, I swеar that the gang keep flowin’, sippin’ out a pint, a liter
I swear, I swеar that the pain keep showin’, but he never act like he hurt
[Verse 1: Lul Timm]
All these bodies on my conscience, huh?
Crazy, catch him walkin’ out a party, hop out, walk him down
Baby, I got cheddar on my noggin, my revolver out
Lasers, I got stretchers, I got coffins in my mama house
They praise them all on Dida, I been thuggin’ at my grandma house
Bodies, I got plenty, they won’t go away
Top shotta, I got plenty, no way, José
Plenty cases I done beat, who your lawyer? I’ma pay him
Undefeated in the streets, I know they plottin’ just to take him

[Bridge: Quando Rondo]
Ashes, ashes, wanna take my life
I take a gamble every time I’m goin’ up on ’em, woah
Caskets, caskets, come and take a ride
Before I let ’em catch me slippin’, I’ll do time in the hole

[Interlude: Quando Rondo]
Oh, you know it took me some time to figure out that they ain’t gon’ vouch for us for real
They gon’ vouch for a dollar bill
But shit, we ballin’, no, ain’t no “I” in team
It’s an “E” though, and it’s an “E” in “We,” and also it’s an “E” in “Fuck ’em”

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Father, they plan on takin’ my soul
Off in that water, they gotta know I’m wet
Don’t play, shoot straight, I’ma hit ’em with it
Big 38, nigga know I keep a semi
Got plenty money, known for whackin’ niggas, you ain’t fuckin’ with me
With this chrome, jack, ’til your death, I sleep myself, don’t lay me down
Pussy-ass boy, we smoked on him, to keep it real, he wasn’t even strong
They know that we poppin’ shit, tell ’em all, “Make pain songs”
When you weak, gon’ get they top peeled, tell they mama they ain’t goin’ home
Spin ’em all, fuck the industry because my money long
Tryna put you straight to sleep, what type of time you on?
Dead body, don’t need a home
Why? Bitch, ’cause they soul gone
For years, they planned on zippin’ me, for years, they been gettin’ rolled on
[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
My codefendant folded on me, I can’t even trust myself
He in there sick with no money, gettin’ sicker in that cell
I get that picture they don’t love me, I’m feelin’ like, “Nah, for real”
My lil’ nigga told me he hungry, all he know is rob and kill
I swear, I swear that the gang keep flowin’, sippin’ out a pint, a liter
I swear, I swear that the pain keep showin’, but he never act like he hurt