QUANDO RONDO - Dope Boy Dreams Chords and Lyrics

This song is from the album From the Neighborhood to the Stage(2019), released on 10 May 2019.


Vocals: Quando Rondo ,
Producer(s): Working on Dying,
Writer(s): Quando Rondo ,

SongRating: 8.5/10

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Scale: G Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 85
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
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[INTRO]

[Intro]
Eb      F                   Gm
Pourin' up for them real niggas
Gm                                Eb
We gon' roll one up for the real hittas
Eb                 F
(I'm working on dying)
          Gm
Quando Rondo, nigga
 
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[CHORUS]
                        Eb
All the real niggas in Heaven, man, 
                   F
I need someone to call on
                       Gm
Nowadays these phones tapped, 
M
I don't even wanna talk on 'em

                   Eb
Down a very long road, 
                               F
These niggas ain't never walked on it
                    Gm
My back against the rope, 
Gm
She cut her ties so I could fall on it

                     Eb
You wasn't built to hold shit down, 
                            F
That's why you turned your back on me
                       Gm
You couldn't hold me down, 
Gm
Even if you had on some gravity

                Eb
I built my own empire, 
                            F
They tryna take down my masterpiece
             Gm
I think they mad I turned my dreams into reality

            Eb                      F
See, I was grindin' out my trunk, I feel like Master P
        Gm
Pourin' up for them real niggas
Gm                     Eb      
Roll one up for them real niggas
                              Gm
Dope boy dreams, sip out the cup for them real niggas
Gm
Post in the cut with them real killas

[VERSE 1]
            Eb
Loyalty run deep, 
                       F
But it seem like my friends ain't friends no more
                Gm
Blood in the streets plus in my veins 

Don't make us kin no more
              Eb                            F
15K, that's for a verse, remember gettin' 10 a show
                Gm
Goin' before my time, 
Gm
I'm like a binder, I won't bend or fold

                           Eb
I put my dick inside your ear, 
                                      F
Fuck what you heard, but they stay talkin'
                    Gm
Feelin' just like Future off this herb, 
Gm
And plus them Perkys callin'

                    Eb
I could hear Miss Murdy callin'
             F
Pick up the phone, she tellin' me 
                 Gm
I ain't got no worries, darlin'
Gm
Like Hakuna Matata

Eb                F           Gm
It ain't no more room on my roster
Gm
I flip around the city with top shottas
Eb                 F
Timmy told me go get 'em, and I got 'em
Gm
All 'em broken promises, I never bought 'em
 
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[CHORUS]
                        Eb
All the real niggas in Heaven, man, 
                   F
I need someone to call on
                       Gm
Nowadays these phones tapped, 
M
I don't even wanna talk on 'em

                   Eb
Down a very long road, 
                               F
These niggas ain't never walked on it
                    Gm
My back against the rope, 
Gm
She cut her ties so I could fall on it

                     Eb
You wasn't built to hold shit down, 
                            F
That's why you turned your back on me
                       Gm
You couldn't hold me down, 
Gm
Even if you had on some gravity

                Eb
I built my own empire, 
                            F
They tryna take down my masterpiece
             Gm
I think they mad I turned my dreams into reality

            Eb                      F
See, I was grindin' out my trunk, I feel like Master P
        Gm
Pourin' up for them real niggas
Gm                     Eb      
Roll one up for them real niggas
                              Gm
Dope boy dreams, sip out the cup for them real niggas
Gm
Post in the cut with them real killas

[VERSE 2]
            Eb
Abandoned house all by myself
               F                     Gm
No, I don't really be on no party shit
Gm
I'm tryna feed the streets, I feel like Roddy Ricch

Eb                        F
How you 'posed to be my dawg, you wanna murk me, though?
Gm
Signed to the streets three times, I feel like Durkio

Eb                         F
Countin' a Patek while on a jet, I ain't talkin' Tokyo
Gm
You told them lies to me, no Pinocchio
Eb                             F
And then you got the nerve to ask me how I feel, nigga
Gm
Pour one up for them real niggas
     
         Eb                                  F
I wanna tell the world about you just so they could get jealous
        Gm
And if you see her 'fore I do, tell her I wish that I met her
      Eb                         F
If I catch the opposition, guarantee I'ma stretch 'em
 Gm
So he bet' not let me catch 'em
 
[CHORUS]
                        Eb
All the real niggas in Heaven, man, 
                   F
I need someone to call on
                       Gm
Nowadays these phones tapped, 
M
I don't even wanna talk on 'em

                   Eb
Down a very long road, 
                               F
These niggas ain't never walked on it
                    Gm
My back against the rope, 
Gm
She cut her ties so I could fall on it

                     Eb
You wasn't built to hold shit down, 
                            F
That's why you turned your back on me
                       Gm
You couldn't hold me down, 
Gm
Even if you had on some gravity

                Eb
I built my own empire, 
                            F
They tryna take down my masterpiece
             Gm
I think they mad I turned my dreams into reality

            Eb                      F
See, I was grindin' out my trunk, I feel like Master P
        Gm
Pourin' up for them real niggas
Gm                     Eb      
Roll one up for them real niggas
                              Gm
Dope boy dreams, sip out the cup for them real niggas
Gm
Post in the cut with them real killas

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