Y’all know who I am, came up from the bottom,
Florida Project livin’, had to go and solve ‘em.
Ninth Ward soldier, made it through the storm,
Now I’m on the docks and the business stay warm.
Y’all know who I am, ain’t no need to pretend,
From the projects to success, that’s a story I defend.
Lee’s Locksmith, ILA, yeah I’m standing tall,
Y’all know who I am, I survived it all.
Verse 1
Florida Project, that’s the place where I started,
Young Darnell Lee, chasing dreams, cold-hearted.
Main wall posted, every day we would ride,
Red Cutlass, peanut butter top, full of pride.
Ninth Ward raised, everybody knew my name,
Street lights shining while I was chasing fame.
Francis T. Nicholls, blue and gray in the hall,
Bobcat spirit, but the streets had a stronger call.
From the corner conversations to the hustle every night,
Trying to find a way to make my future bright.
Made mistakes, paid dues, learned lessons the hard way,
But a king keeps moving when there’s no easy way.
Hook
Y’all know who I am, came up from the bottom,
Florida Project livin’, had to go and solve ‘em.
Ninth Ward soldier, made it through the storm,
Now I’m on the docks and the business stay warm.
Y’all know who I am, ain’t no need to pretend,
From the projects to success, that’s a story I defend.
Lee’s Locksmith, ILA, yeah I’m standing tall,
Y’all know who I am, I survived it all.
Verse 2
Black Maxima, gold rims, riding through the city,
Life wasn’t pretty, but the dream stayed with me.
St. Stephen’s prayers, trying to find direction,
Every setback became another life lesson.
From the Fisherman to working with my hands,
Building something real, making honest plans.
Then Lee’s Locksmith, put the name on the door,
Thirty-three years strong, still giving more.
West Bank, Gentilly, Ninth Ward, all around,
When they locked out, Lee’s Locksmith got them found.
Bridge
See I fell down, got back up,
Life filled my cup.
Every scar got a story,
Every struggle turned glory.
New Orleans blood running deep in my veins,
Still standing here after all of the pain.
Verse 3
Now it’s ILA, on the waterfront grind,
Moving containers, staying focused in my mind.
International Longshoremen, that’s the family today,
Hard work and respect, that’s the New Orleans way.
From the Florida Project to the docks by the river,
Still got that determination, still got that hunger.
When they ask how I did it, I tell ’em understand:
The projects made the boy, but faith made the man.
Final Hook
Y’all know who I am, came up from the bottom,
Florida Project livin’, had to go and solve ‘em.
Ninth Ward soldier, made it through the storm,
Now I’m on the docks and the business stay warm.
Lee’s Locksmith, ILA, New Orleans till I die,
From the project walls to the Louisiana sky.
Y’all know who I am, let the whole world understand,
I came from the struggle, now I’m living as a man.
