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Project Youngin
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[Project Youngin] Ayy Everybody turned they back on a nigga, huh? I'll show you f*ck niggas, ayy, ayy A lot of niggas lost hope, turned they back on me But I ain't trippin', know them stacks on me, and that's facts on G Come and shop, I got that pack for cheap And anybody tryna take somethin' gettin' whacked for free I pay for jewelry, cars, and clothes, I f*ck these hoes for free Lot of niggas tryna do it but they not like me I got tired of bein' broke, I got trapped in these streets So I'm strapped with this heat, make sure my family eat, for real [Project Youngin] I started crack slangin', never gang banging, tryna eat Baby maintainin', phone steady rangin', road runnin' To that money, gettin' rich on US-19 Used to jugg the straight drop but now I remix everything Call me the finesse king, get it hard and hit the interstate Hit the GMC for cutlery, rock a 728 Now who you know go from a Vic to a zip? Four times a week, twelve hundred profit each flip 'Long as it's profit bitch I'm 'bout it, let me make that clip Soon as he snort it, let that dope, know it's numbin' his lips God blessed me with a talent, spot a buddy off rip Ask if he party, he respond his number, goin' in his flip, ayy Give him a free one, don't trip, ayy I steal your buddy, don't slip Florida boy, I never seen snow but sold a lot of blow I love this money, I ain't goin' back broke, bitch A lot of niggas lost hope, turned they back on me But I ain't trippin', know them stacks on me, and that's facts on G Come and shop, I got that pack for cheap And anybody tryna take somethin' gettin' whacked for free I pay for jewelry, cars, and clothes, I f*ck these hoes for free Lot of niggas tryna do it but they not like me I got tired of bein' broke, I got trapped in these streets So I'm strapped with this heat, make sure my family eat, for real [Ralo] I put that food on the table, now we all full A young nigga, got more wings than a Red Bull You can't named a nigga try me, ain't did shit to 'em My young niggas keep beggin' me just to tell 'em do it Come to my hood, you gotta be ahk to cross the gate They live for free and they ain't never had no section eight They keep talkin' 'bout the opps, I know that won' never stop We shoot that shit up block to block, we do this shit in front of cops We gon' jump on every nigga ask us for a one Don't ask me who this shit about, this shit for everyone f*ck a day one, I shoot him up on day two All my niggas 'round me new, don't make me have to let 'em loose They'll get wild, keep beggin' me Ralo just let me shoot All my shooters keep tellin' me they need somethin' to do We gon' shoot this bitch up, like we got some shit to prove All them niggas lost hope, like they ain't got shit to lose A lot of niggas lost hope, turned they back on me But I ain't trippin', know them stacks on me, and that's facts on G Come and shop, I got that pack for cheap And anybody tryna take somethin' gettin' whacked for free I pay for jewelry, cars, and clothes, I f*ck these hoes for free Lot of niggas tryna do it but they not like me I got tired of bein' broke, I got trapped in these streets So I'm strapped with this heat, make sure my family eat, for real
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