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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quando Rondo
Quando Rondo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brayon Nelson
Brayon Nelson
Songwriter
Damion Williams
Damion Williams
Songwriter
Tyquian Bowman
Tyquian Bowman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Dj Swift
Dj Swift
Producer
Mook on the Beats
Mook on the Beats
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Young **** on some project shit
Young **** on some project shit, ay
Quando Rondo, ****
[Verse 2]
Young **** 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
**** don't show real love
I empty out that jet
Oh where that magnet, fill the 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
[Verse 3]
On the paddy wagon, head down 'cause I was handcuffed
Multiple fights in juvenile, I had to get my hands up
Kickin' in them doors, shit I had to get my bands up
If there's pressure with them ****
We gon' hit 'em and 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, perps say rap what you live
Just Simi up the road sayin' that Quaffy got killed, this shit real
[Verse 4]
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 .38
[Verse 5]
Young **** 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
**** don't show real love
I empty out that jet
Oh where that magnet, fill the 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
[Verse 6]
Growin up where I'm from
A dope dealer was my role model
Auntie smokin', grandmama addicted to the pill bottle
Got some **** 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 **** will leave you six feet deep
Stretched out on the block
Jaden came to visitation
They told me Ralfy got knocked, I was shocked
[Verse 7]
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
[Verse 8]
Young **** 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
**** don't show real love
I empty out that jet
Oh where that magnet, fill the 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
Written by: Brayon Nelson, Damion Williams, Tyquian Bowman
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