Sir Ronford’s Theory

Lyrics
What's the word on the streets Niggas die from police I remember when they had a pistol eyeing at me I'm the duke in the making like a Zion to be Hittin' ebonies had made so many rivals for me Knowing that nobody gave a handout to me I'm the King like Martin like Pam on the beat [Hook] Yeah yeah yeah yeah... Thought you knew me Yeah yeah yeah yeah... Thought you knew me yeah [Verse 2] Forced to stand out just because I misfit I've been piecing puzzles since an infant And hoes ain't for ya if ya can't afford 'em So much boredom make ya ign'ant Smokin' just to blow away the tension Targets on my back due to pigment Judged off status, on sofa mattress, front line wishing I could go backwards Too dope but they said you look average Guess I'll be in cuffs or on Mathis [Hook] Like yeah yeah Yeah you know me Yeah yeah yeah yeah... Yeah you know Thinking that you know the end before its really over Jealous niggas always creepin' gotta watch over ya shoulders yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah Thinking that you know the end before its really over Jealous niggas always creepin' Gotta watch over ya shoulders Everybody thinking that they know the end before it's over
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Credits
- Writers
- Jaron Smalls