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