Prompt / Lyrics
[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)
Tags
rap, Heavy Southern trap bounce with swung hi-hats, detuned bells, and a grimy sub-bass. Male vocals, gritty and grounded, verses tight and conversational with doubled ad-libs. Hook explodes with gang-style chants, wider stereo, and subtle choir pads for a street-hymn feel. 2-track mix leaves room for aggressive lead rap and call-and-response shouts., hip hop
Duration
2:39
Instrumental
No
Created
3/11/2026