No Time lyrics

[Intro: Project Youngin & Quando Rondo]
(DJ Swift on the track)
Project Youngin, man
Quando Rondo, n*gga
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 sh*t, man, free Fossy, man
'Til you free, I love you, bruh, I swear to God I do, I miss you
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Project Youngin]
b*tch, 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 n*gga come and take it
Oh, n*gga can't be f*ckin' with these b*tches that be basic, hah
I know these n*ggas, they be hatin'
But I'm still on that block sh*t
Talkin' ridin' 'round, two Glocks sh*t
Talkin' sellin' rocks if this rap don't pop sh*t

[Verse 1: Project Youngin]
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 n*ggas 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 sh*t on everybody who tried me
[Chorus: Project Youngin]
b*tch, 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 n*gga come and take it
Oh, n*gga can't be f*ckin' with these b*tches that be basic, hah
I know these n*ggas, they be hatin'
But I'm still on that block sh*t
Talkin' ridin' 'round, two Glocks sh*t
Talkin' sellin' rocks if this rap don't pop sh*t

[Verse 2: Quando Rondo]
If rap don't work, it's back to hittin' licks
n*ggas be on some dissing sh*t
Glock-42, when I up it, swear I ain't missin' sh*t
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
n*ggas, they always want a favor
Expressing love, I don't know 'bout that
My feelings, put 'em in the trash
A hundred, got that sh*t 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 Quahfee on FaceTime
Audemar Piguet, I'ma get it so I don't waste time
Tell 'em Project Youngin, hah
[Chorus: Project Youngin]
b*tch, 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 n*gga come and take it
Oh, n*gga can't be f*ckin' with these b*tches that be basic, hah
I know these n*ggas, they be hatin'
But I'm still on that block sh*t
Talkin' ridin' 'round, two Glocks sh*t
Talkin' sellin' rocks if this rap don't pop sh*t

[Outro: Project Youngin]
Rap don't pop sh*t, hey
Lil' Project Youngin, man, can't tell me nothin', man, yeah
Worked too hard for this