Songtext Keep me dry Quando Rondo

Keep me dry

(It's a Menace beat, boy)

My Lord, got a better understandin', I'm not young no more
From the streets to the place to be, from the police car to GT
Got a funeral I must attend, so my slacks, they got a crease
Remember them sayin', "You're weak, you're beat, you're slow, you're sleep" (Yeah)
From where they say they'll see you later, then they die
Losin' my mind, I don't wanna let 'em see me cry, oh, no
Stuck in the rain and all this money keep me dry

"Hey, sir", "How you doin', young man?"
"It was somethin' kept tellin' me for to come talk to you"
And it seem like that it's somethin' ain't goin' right
Hitta' smooth out my brother
I miss my cousin nigga, I slept in a bed with 'em
I'm missin' dead niggas, 'cause you know I ran with 'em
I keep my fam' with me, 'cause you know I don't fuck with niggas
Mr. Steal-His-Bitch, poppin' drugs, takin' gasoline
And my wrist game too proper, call it Harvard on a nigga, yeah
Wit' Lil Jordan tryna steal a forty, now my nigga dead
Fucked up, but still drive Ferrari on a bad day
I hope that she can comprehend me

My Lord, got a better understandin', I'm not young no more
From the streets to the place to be, from the police car to GT
Got a funeral I must attend, so my slacks, they got a crease
Remember them sayin', "You're weak, you're beat, you're slow, you're sleep" (Yeah)
From where they say they'll see you later, then they die
Losin' my mind, I don't wanna let 'em see me cry, oh, no
Stuck in the rain and all this money keep me dry

In the trenches, probably where I feel the safest at
We've been broke up for a minute baby, take me back
I'm too loaded out my mental, ain't no shakin' back
Two extensions in my rental, if he eighty racks
High speed in the Banshee
I done been to ten this week and that's a damn shame
Try to keep my mama off the street, but she so damaged
It's like my heart done skipped a beat, 'cause I'm so damaged (Mmm)
I'm traumatized from homicides, new murder one, be the victim
Jumped off the porch at grandma house, she throw up C's my nigga
They got my dawg on house arrest, don't wanna see beat the system
I'm steady thinkin' I'm gon' die, that's why I sleep with my pistol

My Lord, got a better understandin', I'm not young no more
From the streets to the place to be, from the police car to GT
Got a funeral I must attend, so my slacks, they got a crease
Remember them sayin' "You're weak, you're beat, you're slow, you're sleep" (Yeah)
From where they say they'll see you later, then they die
Losin' my mind, I don't wanna let 'em see me cry, oh, no
Stuck in the rain and all this money keep me dry