No Time - Project Youngin, Quando Rondo

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 Quaffy 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