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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quando Rondo
Quando Rondo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron Holmes
Cameron Holmes
Songwriter
Raymond Israel Cardenas
Raymond Israel Cardenas
Songwriter
Tyquian Bowman
Tyquian Bowman
Songwriter
Ville dag Albin moström
Ville dag Albin moström
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Joseph Colmenero
Joseph Colmenero
Mixing Engineer
Camm
Camm
Producer
Drac
Drac
Producer
Prodby Rocky
Prodby Rocky
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Killers at my front door, that's all I know (Drac, you fired up)
QRN
And I'm on Mars right now
[Chorus]
Where would I be without this watch? Where would I be without this chain?
Where would I be without my dog? Where would I be without my gang?
Where would I be if me and Pabb ain't never took that flight to LA?
You'd be right here with me, ****, instead of in the grave (Oh, oh)
In the grave (Oh, oh)
In the grave (Oh, oh)
Lord knows, sometimes, I pray ('Times, I pray)
'Times, I pray ('Times, I pray)
'Times, I pray ('Times, I pray)
Down low, drop to my knees and pray (I just pray)
I just pray (I just pray)
I just pray (I just pray)
Slow-mo, I can't put down this drank (Down this drank)
Down this drank (Down this drank)
Down this drank (Down this drank)
I swear brodie left me hurt inside
[Verse 1]
Heart broke, they don't know what I'm feelin'
My goal stack it tall to the ceilin'
**** think that he wicked, he spoke on my ****
We all out of the window, hit him with extensions
Okay, it's plenty problems on my mental
I guess that I'm a product of the trenches
I took a whole lot and made more money, know Pabb say he would've did it
**** be cappin', takin' care of women
Don't do shit for family, or neither they ****
Maserati truck, they think it's a rental
My bro get away, he the realest
When I walk through the door, I'ma smell like a million
It's a quarter to four, signin' up with the killers
The real ones label me the realest
[Chorus]
Where would I be without this watch? Where would I be without this chain?
Where would I be without my dog? Where would I be without my gang?
Where would I be if me and Pabb ain't never took that flight to LA?
You'd be right here with me, ****, instead of in the grave (Oh, oh)
In the grave (Oh, oh)
In the grave (Oh, oh)
Lord knows, sometimes, I pray ('Times, I pray)
'Times, I pray ('Times, I pray)
'Times, I pray ('Times, I pray)
Down low, drop to my knees and pray (I just pray)
I just pray (I just pray)
I just pray (I just pray)
Slow-mo, I can't put down this drank (Down this drank)
Down this drank (Down this drank)
Down this drank (Down this drank)
I swear brodie left me hurt inside
Written by: Cameron Holmes, Raymond Israel Cardenas, Tyquian Bowman, Ville dag Albin moström
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