Bando Baby Diaries

If your heart ain't fully in the streets, take your leg out

Serious

(Yo, man like Mondo)

Yeah

If your heart ain't fully in the streets, take your leg out

If your heart ain't fully in the streets, then take your leg out

They caught him on the corner, gave him six, that nigga bled out

Niggas gettin' nicked, some snitched, team fell out

Gang started and ended in less than one year, this thing dead out

She loves when I'm in her yard 'cause she ain't gotta beg

Two on one, six on three, that's how I pay my rent

Dependin' how the town's movin'

And what these other shotters got them used to

Psychology is crucial

I Google check the whole town, then I route

And when I serve a fiend, they'd better put the shots in their mouth

I told these niggas don't involve me in your raps

Honor my wishes, don't involve me with your cap

I didn't travel hundred miles to do two for fifteen or four for twenty-five

Let that stay in the local trap

I infiltrate the town, I just need one local cat

I send the bitch to bring the burners up, see where your soldiers at

What you know about trap so far?

To reload the whole block, it's gonna take a day

Like you can catch a plane or put it on a train

Blud, this point in my life, I just found so much comfort in pain

Who's to blame?

Let me put this to you simple, plain

I met a young G and his life was so innocent, tame

Knocked on my bando one time and I saw his face

He was my runner's friend, so I never sent for him, he came

So I G-check him, ask about his life and what he's seen

He's a good kid, his mum kicked him out for smokin' weed

Apart from that, I can't say what went wrong

Blud, he played for the M.K. Dons

I'm like, "Call your mum and let her know you're in a dirty trap

And your life's about to change 'cause you'll end up servin' crack

I'll come back tomorrow, if you're here, then you're here

But once you start this life, broski, I don't wanna see tears"

So I left, and he did

And she said whatever she said

But what she said didn't stick

So I come back the next day with pebs for the strip

He's like, "I'm here and huggin' it and, broski, I ain't no kid"

I'm like, "Aight, G, best learn to bank and shank

Bando baby don't lose no packs

And don't get jerked

Do the nitty, shotters, stay on Bolts, go berserk"

In six months, his life changed for the worst

I think he done four towns, got jerked

Jerk niggas put in work

Turned savage, turned worse

Court cases got turned

What this innocent kid with a grin, turned into makes me sick

And you know how the dirty game ended

Fightin' for his life with a murder case pendin'

Mummy on the roads takin' all of the attention

The guilt that she feels broke her heart, she can't mend it