Poetic Justice (Explicit)

Poetic Justice (Explicit) - Quando Rondo

DJ Swift on the track

He got seventeen in his nina

Mook got the keys jumping

Chorus：

Youngin on the corner with seventeen in his nina

Drunken love from a Corona I shouldn't have showed her I need her

Guess the picture they painted for me ain't nothing like Mona Lisa

Inhalin' smoke from out the MAC back to back we blowin' reefer

Same hoes these n***as lovin' I'm f**kin' they think they keepers

Whoever thought the minister sell out a whole arena

I'm 'bout my racks like tennis got a b***h look like Serena

Don't matter what your mama tell

you just know I love you Selena

Where I'm from you gotta tote one 'cause it's lethal

My father told me back in '01 it was Dickies and beepers

I'm sneaking Perkies on the plane even though it's illegal

I know that they don't feel my pain even though they my people

I tried to tell the game to him I guess he didn't believe it

I swear to God I f**k with shawty 'cause she keep me a secret

Spin on they block empty out clips for my lil'n***a I'll beat 'em

Shout out them OGs keep it real pass out more work than a teacher

Watch how that money make him change

he left his team on the bleachers

This Crip s**t running in my veins like

I got poked with a needle

Them hitters come and kick your door

they got recruited by FIFA

My heart colder than last December

put my hope in this heater

Verse：

Told Joe let's take a trip to Cali just to see what bag's cheaper

My youngin posted in the alley in all black jeepers creepers

Shout out to my lil' white b***h Alex

I get the coke from her people

Got a lil' gutter b***h named Lisa she gon' s**k the whole team up

And I remember all them Aston Martin dreams not a Bimmer

She a keeper but I'm for d**n sure gon' leave her

I'm so sick double cup you know I'm lemon tea'd up

For a brick dope boys in the hood don't swipe no Visa

Violence I condone it I just hope that you don't freeze up

I come from the corner where you wanna keep the heat t**ked

Mike Amiri denim jeans you know 'bout sixty G's stuffed

Shout out the plug blue Black Amigo yeah we love the re up

Chorus：

Youngin on the corner with seventeen in his nina

Drunken love from a Corona I shouldn't have showed her I need her

Guess the picture they painted for me ain't nothing like Mona Lisa

Inhalin' smoke from out the MAC back to back we blowin' reefer

Same hoes these n***as lovin' I'm f**kin' they think they keepers

Whoever thought the minister sell out a whole arena

I'm 'bout my racks like tennis got a b***h look like Serena

Don't matter what your mama tell you just know I love you Selena

Where I'm from you gotta tote one 'cause it's lethal

My father told me back in '01 it was Dickies and beepers

I'm sneaking Perkies on the plane even though it's illegal

I know that they don't feel my pain even though they my people

I tried to tell the game to him I guess he didn't believe it

I swear to God I f**k with shawty 'cause she keep me a secret

Spin on they block empty out clips for my lil' n***a I'll beat 'em

Shout out them OGs keep it real pass out more work than a teacher

Watch how that money make him change he left his team on the bleachers

This Crip s**t running in my veins like I got poked with a needle

Them hitters come and kick your door they got recruited by FIFA

My heart colder than last December put my hope in this heater