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[Bigga Rankin & Project Youngin]
Every loss wasn't meant to keep you down young nigga
Sometimes in order to build we must destroy
Lose it all and see who stays down for the motherf*ckin' come up
Everybody else gets taxed, f*ck nigga fever
It's the Youngin ho

[Project Youngin]
Done took some losses and I bounced back off every one
Ain't felt played, we gettin' paid, don't do this shit for fun
Love your niggas but you can't trust nobody
Do your own dirt, boy you better move in silence, yeah
This shit get wicked in my city
Lot of bodies been found, the police don't know who did it
They put art, it's f*cked up, puttin' hoes before they business
And I ain't beefin' 'bout no bitches, I got plenty
Everything gon' happen like it's meant to be
I'm gettin' money, everything else ain't shit to me
Growin' up, a couple friends closer than family
When them times get hard is you gon' stand by me?
I done been through situations that showed me who real
I been to jail a couple times, I swear to God I ain't squeal
They was lookin' for me, talking trafficking
f*ck the feds, and I still salute Lil Kid
That boy know what he did, yeah

Everything gon' happen like it's meant to be
I'ma see who really meant for me
Pray my niggas never change on me, switch lanes on me
Hoes tryna run that lil game on me
Been through a lot, this ain't a game to me
Cold world, I keep my flame on me, money ain't a thing to me
Lost people meant the world, it ain't the same to me
It's gon' happen like it's meant to be
I'ma see who really meant for me
Pray my niggas never change on me, switch lanes on me
Hoes tryna run that lil game on me
Been through a lot, this ain't a game to me
Cold world, I keep my flame on me, money ain't a thing to me
Lost people meant the world, it ain't the same to me

[Project Youngin]
I lost some people meant the world and they ain't comin' back
Too many back to back, Granny had a heart attack
And eight months later Boola died livin' too fast
The reason I started rappin', p*ssy crackers made his car crash
Then we lost BigHead
They called a flag, a couple shots the back of his head
Then my daddy lost his leg
A couple years later, daughter died fetus
I wonder what I could've did to help treat it, believe me
But everything happen for a reason, bitch I'm goin' harder
My brothers and my sisters need me, bitch I'm grindin' smarter
And every day I wake up to get my cake up
A couple car crashes and shoot outs, I made it, prayed up
Still stressin', f*ck a hater, I'm 'bout my paper
We gotta grind now to shine now, f*ck later
From flippin' bricks to flippin' homes, the goal a lot of acres
You ever crossed me, nigga God can't even save you
Shout out to the hoes that tried to play us
You can keep your heart 'cause it's hard to get you sprayed up
Ain't playin' 'bout my feelings, solid nigga what I'm made of
And I ain't got time to keep breaking up the maker
No Jerome but I'm from the Himalayas
If you don't understand, bitch you can't play a player, yeah
So f*ck them shots that was sent for me
I'ma make it, it's gon' happen like it's meant to be

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