[Intro]
Heavy chain on my granddaddy’s wrist
Now it’s a gold one swingin’ on my fist
Same bloodline
Whole new drive
Turn the pain to a strut
Smith fam still alive
[Verse 1]
From the back of the bus to the front of the line
Got scars on the soul but we still gon’ shine
Big mama in the kitchen
Hummin’ low while she fry
Say
“Baby
Keep walkin’
Head high
Don’t cry”
Hand-me-down shoes
But we run this block
Turn that side-eye stare to a hard head rock
Every “stay in your place” got burned in my chest
Now I walk like a king in a thrift-store vest
[Chorus]
We got the funk
Smith famiz will survive
From the fields to the front row
We arrive
Hands up high
Hear that freedom in the drive
We got the funk
Smith famiz will survive
[Verse 2]
Granddaddy swung steel
Then Daddy drove cabs
Now I’m black suit clean in a paper-tag Jag
But I still hit the corner
Dap up my crew
Tell the young ones
“Your tomorrow ain’t glued to this view”
Auntie pressin’ hair while she preachin’ ’bout hope
Uncle takin’ three jobs just to help us cope
Every bill
Every beat
Every broke-down year
Turned into a drum line knockin’ out fear
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
They chained our hands
Couldn’t lock our mind
Tried to erase our names
Couldn’t break the line
Plantation dust to this city gold shine
We the proof
We the root
We the comeback sign
[call-and-response]
“Who that?” — Smith fam
Still alive
“How long?” — Long as this groove thrive
“Say what?” — We bend
Don’t fold
We turn every hard story into solid gold
[Chorus]