Project Kid - Quando Rondo

Grrah, young nigga on some project shit

Young nigga on some project shit, ayy

Quando Rondo nigga

Young nigga on some project shit, harder than a project brick

Pack of Newports and Actavis, yeah that’s my starter kit

I put my Glizzy on my hip and flag to my left

I’d rather be judged by six than carried by twelve

Time in that cell made me realize, niggas don’t show real love

I empty out that jet for what that make me fill that clip up

Ridin' 'behind my kinfolk, shout out Leaky, yeah it’s crip love

I got a couple exes, I ain’t gon' lie, I know I still love

On the paddy wagon, head down 'cause I was handcuffed

Multiple fights in juvenile, I had to get my hands up

Kicking in them doors, shit I had to get my bands up

If it’s pressure with them niggas we gon' hit him in his mans up

Jumped up off the porch, money hungry, streets was starvin' me

First time slangin' iron was with Rufus, thuggin' on Orange Street

Fell in love with R&B, Purp said rap what you live

Justin hit me up on the road sayin' that Quahfee got killed, this shit real

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep

Keep me safely through the night, and wake me with the morning light

If I should die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take

Before I walk up out this door, I gotta grab that thirty-eight

Young nigga on some project shit, harder than a project brick

Pack of Newports and Actavis, yeah that’s my starter kit

I put my Glizzy on my hip and flag to my left

I’d rather be judged by six than carried by twelve

Time in that cell made me realize, niggas don’t show real love

I empty out that jet for what that make me fill that clip up

Ridin' 'behind my kinfolk, shout out Leaky, yeah it’s crip love

I got a couple exes, I ain’t gon' lie, I know I still love

Growin' up where I’m from, a dope dealer was my role model

Auntie smokin', grandmama addicted to the pill bottle

Got some niggas down the road think I forgot, but I still got 'em

Told such and such to chill with such and such but he still shot him

Rapper platinum in the industry, I’m goin' platinum in the streets

I’m not LeBron James, I promise I’ll never leave the heat

A nigga will leave you six feet deep, stretched out on the block

Jaden came to visitation, they told me Ralfy got knocked, I was shocked

Taking a closer look at the crime numbers in Savannah, get this:

there have been thirty one homicides this year.

But we’re digging deeper,

uncovering the number of unsolved murders in Savannah… Life in prison

without the possibility of parole

Young nigga on some project shit, harder than a project brick

Pack of Newports and Actavis, yeah that’s my starter kit

I put my Glizzy on my hip and flag to my left

I’d rather be judged by six than carried by twelve

Time in that cell made me realize, niggas don’t show real love

I empty out that jet for what that make me fill that clip up

Ridin' 'behind my kinfolk, shout out Leaky, yeah it’s crip love

I got a couple exes, I ain’t gon' lie, I know I still love