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project youngin - no time lyrics

[intro: project youngin & quando rondo]
(dj swift on the track)
project youngin, man
quando rondo, n-gg-
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 sh-t, man, free fossy, man
’til you free, i love you, bruh, i swear to god i do, i miss you
yeah, yeah

[chorus: project youngin]
b-tch, 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 d-mned, i let a n-gg- come and take it
oh, n-gg- can’t be f-ckin’ with these b-tches that be basic, hah
i know these n-gg-s, they be hatin’
but i’m still on that block sh-t
talkin’ ridin’ ’round, two glocks sh-t
talkin’ sellin’ rocks if this rap don’t pop sh-t

[verse 1: 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 n-gg-s wasn’t grindin’ how i was grindin’
now they seen me shinin’, these big -ss 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 sh-t on everybody who tried me

[verse 2: quando rondo]
if rap don’t work, it’s back to hittin’ licks
n-gg-s be on some dissing sh-t
glock-42, when i up it, swear i ain’t missin’ sh-t
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
n-gg-s, they always want a favor
expressing love, i don’t know ’bout that
my feelings, put ’em in the trash
a hundred, got that sh-t 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

[outro: project youngin]
rap don’t pop sh-t, hey
lil’ project youngin, man, can’t tell me nothin’, man, yeah
worked too hard for this

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