Released on December 17, 2020

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[Intro]

I'm in the studio

I'm finna answer—

I'm finna— (Tre made this beat)

Hold on, ma, listen to me real quick

I'm finna answer your question real quick

Ayy, yeah, uh, uh, ayy


[Chorus]

I ain't gon' flex, I like to pop that X, that jigga get me out my body

In the dope game with all that cocaine, get high like Bobby

Come get a dose, man, hot like propane or wasabi

Just like Lil Wayne, but the F is for fuck everybody

Bitch, we with that murder gang, we whacking shit

Get that weed and tax a bitch

Huh, yeah, we got them 'bows

And the streets ain't for everybody, bitch, stay out thе road

Uh, ain't no laundromat, I got rich off them loads


[Verse]

Everything they said I couldn't do, I did it

Don't lеt this light skin fool you, cut that gangster shit, we with it

Handle business

Me, lil' Money, and lil' what's-his-name on missions

Leave no witness

Let me find out cuz run 'bout that box and he gon' end up missing

Touch them losses, every time, I bounce back like trampoline

Bitch can't tell me shit, been on my own since I was sixteen

Cut 'em all off, they either real or not, no in between

Bitch, I'm grown and did it on my own, you can't tell me a thing

My niggas know I love 'em, lot of shit, we just don't talk about it

Thirty deep at shows, everybody in my whip count for a body

I hate them begging hoes, they always ask for shit, must be off molly

We 'bout that business, bitch, ain't on that friendly shit, don't invite me to your party

I worked too hard for this, the price I say, I get, don't do no bargains

Got plenty scars, but when life get hard, I don't step back like James Harden

I X-ed out all them hoes, but, man, this one girl permanent like Sharpies

BBG the mob and we a family, strapped up like the army

Every song, I put my soul in it, no controllin' it

Solid shit only, so that gossip, don't condone in it

Everything I own, bitch, I bought that shit, no loan in it

And they say talk is cheap, so fuck that talkin', bitch, I'm showin' it

This ain't the NBA, I'm corona-proof, no postponin' me

And I get high off gas, it ain't no Newports or Capones in me

I'm real as it get, made some mistakes, it ain't no exposin' me

And I treat this rap game just like the streets, that's how I'm approachin' it

I'm just tryna see all I can see

Be the best me I can be

I ain't lookin' for no trouble, I'm just lookin' out for me

I get them niggas out my hood, hope they see me on TV

Better go to plan C if plan B was playin' me

In my city, I'm a god

Lot of niggas ain't make it this far

And I ain't know when and where I wanna be, but I'ma keep going hard

Know the situation crazy, did it just not rock out like guitar?

And I know life ain't easy, seen firsthand, it left me plenty scars


[Chorus]

I ain't gon' flex, I like to pop that X, that jigga get me out my body

In the dope game with all that cocaine, get high like Bobby

Come get a dose, man, hot like propane or wasabi

Just like Lil Wayne, but the F is for fuck everybody

Bitch, we with that murder gang, we whacking shit

Get that weed and tax a bitch

Huh, yeah, we got them 'bows

And the streets ain't for everybody, bitch, stay out the road

Uh, ain't no laundromat, I got rich off them loads


[Outro]

Ayy, ayy, ayy, this ain't no laundromat, got rich off them loads

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, and this ain't no laundromat, got rich off them loads, yeah

Lil' Project Youngin, man, can't tell me nothin', man

You heard me?

Ayy, I swear to God, boy

My life been far from perfect, far from easy, you heard me?

But I prevailed everything, yep, and I'm still here, nigga

I know who love me

I, I know, you feel me?

And that's probably why I ain't blowed yet

That's really why I think I ain't blow yet

'Cause God, like, God showed me the bigger picture, you feel me?

He opened my eyes to a lot of real shit, you feel me?

And, and, and, and we weren't ready yet

But, but now, we ready

It's here, you feel me?

So all that extra baggage, all them fuck niggas, all them pussy-ass hoes, man, they cut off

Nigga been cut 'em off, you heard me?

'Cause, 'cause this shit gon' happen how it's meant to be

But everything we got, it's meant for me

Youngin

Lil' Project Youngin, man, can't tell me nothin', man