Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lobby Boyz
Lobby Boyz
Performer
Jim Jones
Jim Jones
Performer
Maino
Maino
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jermaine Coleman
Jermaine Coleman
Songwriter
Joseph Guillermo Jones II
Joseph Guillermo Jones II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J1
J1
Producer
Ryan Boogie Johnson
Ryan Boogie Johnson
Producer
Jonathan JDEP Lauture
Jonathan JDEP Lauture
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
My mama loves me, my daddy left, nope
My daddy died, I'm just mad that he left
I'm backtrackin' my steps, my friends dyin', who's next?
I'm handcuffed and bruised, they beat me at my arrest
I'm from the crack '80s, gun play inside the '90s
Shootouts over drugs, I admit that I was grimy
And I'm tryna put it behind me, so please, just don't remind me
My name mentioned in killings, I been involved with bodies
The streets covered with rain, my **** relate to pain
They see me go up and down, they watch me struggle with fame
They watch me struggle with life, they watch me hustle at nights
The judge was unforgivin', he gave my homie life
We lot so many peers, we cried so many tears
We really gamble with life, it's a blessing we still here
It's a blessin' that we alive, it's destined that we survive
I stepped out of that hell, is Heaven a place to find?
[Chorus]
I'm just a project baby, drove mama crazy
The ghetto raised me, yup, the ghetto made me
Fuck 'em, it ain't no maybe, it's whether they love or hate me
Started inside the lobby, we did it, we made it, baby
I'm just a project baby, drove mama crazy
The ghetto raised me, yup, the ghetto made me
Fuck 'em, it ain't no maybe, it's whether they love or hate me
Started inside the lobby, we did it, we made it, baby
[Verse 2]
We did them crimes, it wasn't a choice, it was survival (What?)
Now I be stuntin', pullin' up in Rolls-Royces, all my rivals duck (Skrrt)
Least you could know is that all the toys got the titles
They be cuttin' the wrist because the doors are suicidal
You could blame that on the fact that my daddy wasn't there (Daddy)
You were so high, the fact is, I don't think daddy was aware (I miss you)
I ain't seen him in five years, by time I graduate on year
Since my son was born, you should know I been daddy of the year
7:30 in the morn, takin' my son to his registration (Uh-huh)
I was ridin' dirty with them guns that didn't come with a registration (Skrrt)
Where I'm from, they pull guns with no hesitation
I can spoil like milk, girl, but that's gon' come to an expiration (Listen)
Life's a moment, one moment you're here, one moment you're gone (Poof)
Leavin' the block, droppin' the top, blowin' the horn (Beep-beep)
We was breakin' the nights, sellin' that blow to the morn
Wish we'd blow it out a bowl like Kurtis Blow on a song (Player)
As I'm reflectin' on when my granny went to work (Mama)
And we was in front the buildin' pumpin', we had that hammer in the dirt (What you need?)
'93 turned Blood, we started bangin' over turf (East side)
He got killed in front the building, where the camera didn't work, I'm from the projects
[Chorus]
I'm just a project baby, drove mama crazy
The ghetto raised me, yup, the ghetto made me
Fuck 'em, it ain't no maybe, it's whether they love or hate me
Started inside the lobby, we did it, we made it, baby
I'm just a project baby, drove mama crazy
The ghetto raised me, yup, the ghetto made me
Fuck 'em, it ain't no maybe, it's whether they love or hate me
Started inside the lobby, we did it, we made it, baby
Written by: Jermaine Coleman, Joseph Guillermo Jones II
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