Family Eat Project Youngin (Ft. Ralo)

[Intro: Project Youngin]
Ayy
Everybody turned they back on a nigga, huh?
I'll show you fuck niggas, ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Project Youngin]
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 fuck 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

[Verse 1: 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