Part 1 of 2. Credit for the beats goes to Golden Melody.
Lyrics: - when the Bando goes Dankrupt, it isn't the only thing that happens to go bankrupt 
- all of them big ass bricks get thinner, so much thinner I can barely have the luxury of dinner
- so that's why I'm making this mixtape, so the Bando can once again go and take shape 
- this mixtape better become infamous as Biggie, so I can have more bricks than the third piggy (dab)
- once all of the bricks have multiplied, the Bando can once again take shape and be dankified
- in the old Bando, it was pretty trill, everyone there was nice, and I didn't have to kill
- but as more and more people went into debt, I had to hire --uhh-- lets just call him an asset
- some annoying ass thieves descended on the bros, so then I had to start dabbing and stabbing on them hoes
- after defending the bros, we started trapping with the gang, I was giving out the dank when I heard a bang 
- but I made nothing of it, mostly because I could see nothing from it
- you see In the bando, it's hard to tell what is what, because here people make fire, shoot fire, spit fire, sell icy fire, but when the cops came, we was suprised, and the situation grew dire
- so when the coppas came we didn't have time to be squintin', because if you spend any more time, end up like my homie in San Quentin 
- quaevo had nothing at home, not even a baby mama, so he did what anyone would do, and pulled out his freakin llama 
- then the coppas be like, "no" and shot quaevo, shot him mo times than ever could a Pavelow 
-  after seeing this unfold, I ixnayed the itshay and much dank I sold 
- now the coppas can't get me because the dank is gone, but there is no mo, call it a new dawn 
- now it was Darnell's turn to make a move, but the coppas restrained him and he tried to improve 
- the fam was strong and he broke out but the coppas being slick filled him with 3 hits call it strike out
- after seeing the fam perishing in the gunfire, I ran and hid along with the guns for hire
- while the bullets were flying around me like a hailstorm, the fam was knocking em all out, call that chloroform 
- but because I don't want any more murder ish, I fled while the much pain the Homies dished
-  it was just me quaevo and Darnell just tryna pay the rent, now without them those funds have a huge dent
- so for a couple of hours I jchilled, but when I went to the Bando it was absolutely grilled
- bullet holes, bodies, and abandoned guns erywhere, much of the Bros have been shot much to my despair
- where will i get my cash?, I thought, where will I get my funds? I need the Bando to get them hunds 
- suddenly I thought if im on that table, Lyin in a shroud, that would not make my mama proud
- so I made a decision right then and there to stop these fruits of labor call it a pear


When The Bando Goes Dankrupt

Part 2 of 2. Credit for beats goes to Lion Prime Beats Production.
Lyrics: - I can't take it! Sitting in this small ass desk I cant make it! 
- I'm trying to take my life by the reigns, but the street is flowing through my veins
- in this place the limit's below the sky, it's lessons are cruel call that bill Nye 
- call me the walking dead, because right now I have nothing in my head
- I have to face my life, chase my rights, hating to live so I wait to die
- But while I sit here goin Rambo, only one thing comes to me: the Bando 
- striving to serve people like them waiters, making em fly back, call that Lakers 
- them kids haters, but they only jelly because they have   exactly  4   papers
- when there was dank, there was mad stacks, but now the thickness is what it lacks
- this place I'm about to quit, now excuse me while I spit
- fire, raps being a purifier, but caution, they could start a bonfire
- made to inspire, with this will power I will acquire
- so much dank, makin so much money I'll have to open my own bank
- this place be stealing from under my toes, I'm spittin bars but they think I'm spittin rows 
- they tryna hurt me, I put them to the test
- they tryna nab me, I laugh at they threats
- they tryna rob me , thinking about they debts 
- they tryna attack me, placing they bets 
- our hearts bleed, thorns grow out the spine
- minds infinite, spacing through time
- looking at the past, almost a straight line
- but the Bando? Untouched by divines
-the good side, shattered and declined
-the bando is the place where I decipher the mind
-also the place where I hit it from behind
-but away my purpose is undefined
-in the concrete jungle, violence is life
-it shanks both sides like a butterfly knife
-axin' all of my ways of life
-while fighting this inner strife
-I'm holding steady, they embrace the blow
-maintaining the steady, keepin the flow
-preserving the steady, now stock up on ammo
-unleashing the steady, hittin em with it doe
-them raps strike, making em wet
-it looks like that I won this bet
-makin so much money I'll have 1000 corvettes
-but the battle isn't over yet
-loving to hate, braving to be scared
-hittin em with a left hook, they unprepared
-suddenly they become physically impaired
-them kids lucky they were spared
-still striking fear, raps quickly multiply
-apocalypse here, hell coming from the sky
- so many bars, they givin me the evil eye
-I'll light em up more than a firefly
-ay! Keepin it trill
-trying to swallow life like a poison pill*
-Guess what's stackin? Hunna dollar bill
-l need to go, looking for that free will
-condemning feelings strike on down
-the man standing the king, gets the crown
-look who's standing! It's me, in the light brown
-owning the hood like it's my playground
-I'm leavin this job, escaping the woes
-now livin life, X's and O's 
-almost as holy as the Pope's nose
-now the good vibes is what it shows


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