[Project Youngin & Quando Rondo]
(DJ Swift on the track)
Project Youngin, man
Quando Rondo, nigga
Lil Tre, I got you, lil' bruh
Big 6, ho
Lil' Project Youngin, man, can't tell me nothin', man
RIP Boolah, RIP Bighead, man (Youngin, ho)
BBG shit, man, free Fossy, man
'Til you free, I love you, bruh, I swear to God I do, I miss you
Yeah, yeah
[Project Youngin]
Bitch, I'm on the grind, and I ain't got no time to be wastin'
I'm tryna make it, yeah
And I'll be damned, I let a nigga come and take it
Oh, nigga can't be fuckin' with these bitches that be basic, hah
I know these niggas, they be hatin'
But I'm still on that block shit
Talkin' ridin' 'round, two Glocks shit
Talkin' sellin' rocks if this rap don't pop shit
[Project Youngin]
They don't know my pain
Tey don't know my struggle
Many nights on that block before I bubble
Beezy had me up on Cleveland tryna make it double
The spot got hot, avoiding 'trol and gettin' in trouble
I worked too hard for this
I sold a lot of hard for this
Seen my first ten thousand, still wasn't smiling
'Cause I knew that I'd go far with this
These niggas wasn't grindin' how I was grindin'
Now they seen me shinin', these big ass diamonds
Call it perfect timing
Who would've ever thought lil' Youngin make it this far rhymin'?
Now I made it and they hatin', I'ma shit on everybody who tried me
[Project Youngin]
Bitch, I'm on the grind, and I ain't got no time to be wastin'
I'm tryna make it, yeah
And I'll be damned, I let a nigga come and take it
Oh, nigga can't be fuckin' with these bitches that be basic, hah
I know these niggas, they be hatin'
But I'm still on that block shit
Talkin' ridin' 'round, two Glocks shit
Talkin' sellin' rocks if this rap don't pop shit
[Quando Rondo]
If rap don't work, it's back to hittin' licks
Niggas be on some dissing shit
Glock-42, when I up it, swear I ain't missin' shit
Tryna stack up these benjamins
Since a youngin, been a project baby
Glock-42 ain't got no safety
My grandma was the candy lady
I swear every day I'm paper chasin'
The youngins say I'm motivation
Get me now, I'll get you later
Niggas, they always want a favor
Expressing love, I don't know 'bout that
My feelings, put 'em in the trash
A hundred, got that shit in cash
If I go broke, I'm goin' to that mask
Fifty bands, that's on this tape line
My pistol, that's on my waistline
They claim heaven got a phone, I wanna see Quaffy on FaceTime
Audemar Piguet, I'ma get it so I don't waste time
Tell 'em Project Youngin, hah
[Project Youngin]
Bitch, I'm on the grind, and I ain't got no time to be wastin'
I'm tryna make it, yeah
And I'll be damned, I let a nigga come and take it
Oh, nigga can't be fuckin' with these bitches that be basic, hah
I know these niggas, they be hatin'
But I'm still on that block shit
Talkin' ridin' 'round, two Glocks shit
Talkin' sellin' rocks if this rap don't pop shit
[ Project Youngin]
Rap don't pop shit, hey
Lil' Project Youngin, man, can't tell me nothin', man, yeah
Worked too hard for this
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