Out the trenches

Yeahhh… (Skrrt!)

We came from the bottom, for real.

Project baby…

Still breathin’… still schemin’…

Let’s gooo! (Hah!)

Out the trenches, came from nothin’, now I’m lit (Lit!)

Dirty kitchens, flippin’ dreams, we made it flip (Whip!)

Section 8, we had nothin’, just the grit (Grit!)

Now I’m countin' blessings, used to barely count a zip (Facts!)

Hood scars on my name, but I never quit (Nah!)

They was prayin’ on my fall — I got too legit (Too legit!)

Had to grind, had to bleed just to cop a fit (Yeah!)

Out the projects, now I’m ballin’ — full clip! (Boom!)

Cracks in the wall, rats in the sink,

Mama cried daily, couldn’t even blink.

Noodles for dinner, lights cut off,

We was heatin’ the crib with the stove, no cloth.

Hand-me-downs and pain in my socks,

Dreams on hold, just fiends on the block.

Shootouts at night, can’t sleep at all,

Learned real young not to answer calls.

No silver spoon, just plastic plates,

Hearts get cold behind section gates.

I ain't complainin’ — it built my soul,

Now my diamonds shine from that concrete mold.

Out the trenches, came from nothin’, now I’m lit (I’m lit!)

Dirty kitchens, flippin’ dreams, we made it flip (Skrrt!)

Section 8, we had nothin’, just the grit (Grrah!)

Now I’m countin' blessings, used to barely count a zip (Woo!)

Hood scars on my name, but I never quit (Nah!)

They was prayin’ on my fall — I got too legit (Too legit!)

Had to grind, had to bleed just to cop a fit (Fit!)

Out the projects, now I’m ballin’ — full clip! (Boom boom boom!)

Now I got racks and my whip push start,

But I still hear shots when the night get dark.

Still hear cries from the crib next door,

Still see bros that ain't here no more.

I took pain, turned it into art,

From trap to stage, now I chart.

But I never forget where I’m from,

Project roots — I’ll never run.

Every chain I wear got struggle in it,

Every W I get got hustle in it.

Every check I sign, I think of that stove,

That cold winter night in them busted clothes.

Still got the block on my phone (Brr!)

Still check in when I’m home (Facts!)

Still keep that thing on me —

'Cause I came too far, can't fold (Nah!)

This for the ones still deep in it,

Still dreamin’ with heat in it.

We was built for this — I’m proof,

Out the projects, still speak truth.

Out the trenches, came from nothin’, now I’m lit (Lit!)

Dirty kitchens, flippin’ dreams, we made it flip (Whip!)

Section 8, we had nothin’, just the grit (Grit!)

Now I’m countin' blessings, used to barely count a zip (Ayy!)

Hood scars on my name, but I never quit (Never!)

They was prayin’ on my fall — I got too legit (Woo!)

Had to grind, had to bleed just to cop a fit (Uh!)

Out the projects, now I’m ballin’ — full clip! (Grrah grrah boom!)

From the gutter to the gold...

We still ten toes…

Project pain in my veins,

But my soul rose.

(Ayy! Ayy! Re