Felon Songtext
von Quando Rondo

Ayy, 5-0 won′t leave out, dope boy, Reeboks only thing I had to wear
I ain't have a dollar to my name, when I called you, you wasn′t there
We used a trash bag as an umbrella
Case it rained on them project steps
Whole fifty racks, gave to my mother, 'cause they ain't playing fair
(WhoisMike goin′ crazy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I heard somebody want smoke
We gon′ up and blow yellow tape on this street corner
I had to kick in the door just to run
Up a check, tryna take care my grandma
I had some mud on my beak 'cause I
Climbed out the mud like I′m tryna conquer
He left some blood on his feet 'cause he
Dying, walked down for the love of the dollar


If you pretend to love me for my money
Fancy cars, clothes, and diamond rings
And I say only a shame, no, you fuckin′ talk 'bout all kinda things
She prolly walk in the puddle, that my designer bag
Play with my heart, I open fire, let the fire rain
One thing for sure, down for my rider back from diaper days
Some days I wish that I could take back like them Nike J′s
Glock 22 right by my belt that was made by Dapper Dan
I was in the cell when they called, said, "Get up, right away"
It was urgent mail from my girl, bae called me right away
When I called her phone and she picked I ain't expect her to say
Two days ago, somebody took lil' Ralphie life away

Ayy, 5-0 won′t leave out, dope boy, Reeboks only thing I had to wear
I ain′t have a dollar to my name, when I called you, you wasn't there
We used a trash bag as an umbrella
Case it rained on them project steps
Whole fifty racks, gave to my mother, ′cause they ain't playing fair
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I heard somebody want smoke
We gon′ up and blow yellow tape on this street corner
I had to kick in the door just to run
Up a check, tryna take care my grandma
I had some mud on my beak 'cause I
Climbed out the mud like I′m tryna conquer
He left some blood on his feet 'cause he
Dying, walked down for the love of the dollar