[Intro]
Project babies
Raised on warning shots
Old heads hold the block
We the ones they said would drop (ha)
[Verse 1]
Roaches in the cabinet
Cable stealing, static snow
Unc’ was serving in the hallway
Mama praying I don’t go
Hand-me-downs, three sizes off
But I still wore it like a king
OG taught me “close ya mouth
Move smart, let actions sing”
Corner store for loose squares
Change counted, every cent
He said “don’t die over pride
Die for purpose, die for sense” (yeah)
[Chorus]
This for project babies, OG’s, and the ones that ain’t fold
All the black men living with a target on they soul
We ain’t flexing, we surviving, we providing grip the road
This that real life anthem
This that real life code
This for project babies, OG’s, and the ones that ain’t break
All the black men trying just to heal from what they take
We ain’t bragging, we just breathing, we still carrying the weight
This that real life anthem
We still here, we still great (still great)
[Verse 2]
Daddy called from prison yard
Phone buzzing, hollow tone
Told me “be the one who break it
Don’t let chains make your home”
Coach wrote letters, kept me straight
Kept a ball up in my hands
Said “the system built a trap
So you gotta build a plan”
Funeral suit at fourteen
Too familiar with that church
Preacher talking about the light
But we standing in the dirt (uh)
[Chorus]
This for project babies, OG’s, and the ones that ain’t fold
All the black men living with a target on they soul
We ain’t flexing, we surviving, we providing grip the road
This that real life anthem
This that real life code
This for project babies, OG’s, and the ones that ain’t break
All the black men trying just to heal from what they take
We ain’t bragging, we just breathing, we still carrying the weight
This that real life anthem
We still here, we still great
[Bridge]
Head up
Even when they push ya head down (head down)
Love tough
Still we hold each other when it goes down (goes down)
Stand up
For the ones who never made it out the playground
Hands up
If you made it through the breakdown (yeah)
[Chorus]
This for project babies, OG’s, and the ones that ain’t fold
All the black men living with a target on they soul
We ain’t flexing, we surviving, we providing grip the road
This that real life anthem
This that real life code
This for project babies, OG’s, and the ones that ain’t break
All the black men trying just to heal from what they take
We ain’t bragging, we just breathing, we still carrying the weight
This that real life anthem
We still here, we still great (still great)