PROJECK BABY Lyrics

Project Baby, gutta starvin '

Water off, you can't een shower

It was me and my lil' brothers, mini-me like Austin powers

I was standin' in the rain, it made me blossom to a flower

I can't even call my dad, cause I don't get along with cowards

Social media killers, I can smell the fake all through the screen

I don't make this music for y'all, just for the real ones on the team

They love basketball captions, just to flick up on IG

But they ain't never ran down on a nigga with a Beam

Been traumatized as a child, you ain't never been put out

365 days a year was posted in the trap

Ain't never been to Arizona, but my life been in a drought

Runnin' out of options, off the war, feel like the only route

I'm a machine gun soldier, number 34, I post up

Have you ever seen your mama cry? She ain't never wanna show us

And I can't say I had it easy, been abandoned as a child

All I ask for loyalty, all these hoes so juvenile

And oh, oh, oh, I don't wanna feel this pain no more

All alone, bitch, I feel empty, bitch, we was ridin' in them Hemis

My brother got hit with attempted, his life over he a felon

Project Baby, gutta starvin '

Water off, you can't een shower

It was me and my lil' brothers, mini-me like Austin powers

I was standin' in the rain, it made me blossom to a flower

I can't even call my dad, cause I don't get along with cowards

Social media killers, I can smell the fake all through the screen

I don't make this music for y'all, just for the real ones on the team

They love basketball captions, just to flick up on IG

But they ain't never ran down on a nigga with a Beam

I might just go MIA, don't want these people in my face

Ten weeks in the trenches, battle hard, them scars is on my face

You can call me Black Rambo, see the green up in the paint

I thank God they never catch me when I was ridin' like Max Payne

So many in this struggle, but nowadays this shit be glorified

Growing up ain have a father, how the fuck I'm still alive

I been all over all the country, live three different lifestyles

From the gutter to the suburbs was a blessing in disguise

And oh, oh, oh, I don't wanna feel this pain no more

All alone, bitch, I put in, bitch, we was ridin' in them Hennys

My brother got hit with attempted, his life over, he a felon

Project Baby, gutta starvin '

Water off, you can't een shower

It was me and my lil' brothers, mini-me like Austin powers

I was standin' in the rain, it made me blossom to a flower

I can't even call my dad, cause I don't get along with cowards

Social media killers, I can smell the fake all through the screen

I don't make this music for y'all, just for the real ones on the team

They love basketball captions, just to flick up on IG

But they ain't never ran down on a nigga with a Beam

Yeah, you heard me, see I make the music for them warriors

Nigga, them niggas that's been through that shit, nigga

If you ain't been through the struggle, you can't feel it

Yeah, I don't expect you to understand me, I don't expect you to relate

You feel me? It's for them hard body motherfuckers

The ones I was really slummin' it, doin' the real shit

And not just lyin' about it in they raps

Like all these fuckin' actors out here