Project Youngin, Quando Rondo - No Time lyrics

(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

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

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

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

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 Quahfee on FaceTime
Audemar Piguet
I'ma get it so I don't waste time
Tell 'em Project Youngin, hah

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

Rap don't pop shit, hey
Lil' Project Youngin, man, can't
Tell me nothin', man, yeah
Worked too hard for this