Sir Ronford’s Theory

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