| Grrah, young nigga on some project shit
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| Young nigga on some project shit, ayy
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| Quando Rondo nigga
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| Young nigga on some project shit, harder than a project brick
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| Pack of Newports and Actavis, yeah that’s my starter kit
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| I put my Glizzy on my hip and flag to my left
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| I’d rather be judged by six than carried by twelve
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| Time in that cell made me realize, niggas don’t show real love
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| I empty out that jet for what that make me fill that clip up
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| Ridin' 'behind my kinfolk, shout out Leaky, yeah it’s crip love
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| I got a couple exes, I ain’t gon' lie, I know I still love
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| On the paddy wagon, head down 'cause I was handcuffed
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| Multiple fights in juvenile, I had to get my hands up
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| Kicking in them doors, shit I had to get my bands up
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| If it’s pressure with them niggas we gon' hit him in his mans up
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| Jumped up off the porch, money hungry, streets was starvin' me
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| First time slangin' iron was with Rufus, thuggin' on Orange Street
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| Fell in love with R&B, Purp said rap what you live
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| Justin hit me up on the road sayin' that Quahfee got killed, this shit real
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| Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep
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| Keep me safely through the night, and wake me with the morning light
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| If I should die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take
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| Before I walk up out this door, I gotta grab that thirty-eight
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| Young nigga on some project shit, harder than a project brick
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| Pack of Newports and Actavis, yeah that’s my starter kit
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| I put my Glizzy on my hip and flag to my left
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| I’d rather be judged by six than carried by twelve
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| Time in that cell made me realize, niggas don’t show real love
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| I empty out that jet for what that make me fill that clip up
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| Ridin' 'behind my kinfolk, shout out Leaky, yeah it’s crip love
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| I got a couple exes, I ain’t gon' lie, I know I still love
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| Growin' up where I’m from, a dope dealer was my role model
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| Auntie smokin', grandmama addicted to the pill bottle
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| Got some niggas down the road think I forgot, but I still got 'em
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| Told such and such to chill with such and such but he still shot him
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| Rapper platinum in the industry, I’m goin' platinum in the streets
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| I’m not LeBron James, I promise I’ll never leave the heat
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| A nigga will leave you six feet deep, stretched out on the block
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| Jaden came to visitation, they told me Ralfy got knocked, I was shocked
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| Taking a closer look at the crime numbers in Savannah, get this:
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| there have been thirty one homicides this year. |
| But we’re digging deeper,
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| uncovering the number of unsolved murders in Savannah… Life in prison
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| without the possibility of parole
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| Young nigga on some project shit, harder than a project brick
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| Pack of Newports and Actavis, yeah that’s my starter kit
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| I put my Glizzy on my hip and flag to my left
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| I’d rather be judged by six than carried by twelve
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| Time in that cell made me realize, niggas don’t show real love
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| I empty out that jet for what that make me fill that clip up
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| Ridin' 'behind my kinfolk, shout out Leaky, yeah it’s crip love
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| I got a couple exes, I ain’t gon' lie, I know I still love |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Project Kid , by - Quando Rondo. Song from the album Life B4 Fame, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп