Lyrics OMB Peezy – Project Baby
Text:
William King:
Dubba-AA flexin’
OMB Peezy
We preachin’ to the streets
That’s that rose that had no water
No sunlight but God still told him to shine
All those nights of dreaming
All those nights of chasing
The promise land
The promise land’ll save a whole city
It’ll save his whole family
Yeah, this was a special rose
Who had to be a man before he became a man
But he was ready
You see, before you become a king
You gotta take a loss
You gotta lay down and bleed awhile
‘Til the world can feel your pain
You see, this generation
We don’t need young man to come from behind that pulpit
We need that king that rose through them projects
Emerged from that crack smoke
And said, «Kings, follow me»
This is the sound
Watch me shine
OMB Peezy:
In order to be a boss, you gotta take a loss
I should know, I done took plenty of ’em
It’s money out that door, he gotta get him some
I’m here to tell you ’bout the life of a project baby
I’ma tell you ’bout the life of a project baby
Let me tell you ’bout the life
Got a call from my cousin, say he fresh out
I ain’t get nothin’ for Christmas so I’m stealin’ out of Best Buy
Hang my clothes on the clothesline, dawg crossed me like AI
It don’t matter the season on my block, it’s gon’ stay hot
I gotta keep my eyes open ridin’, know I’m gettin’ older
Can’t even kiss my granny with that sack, she gon’ say she a smoker
This that life of a project baby, we’ll cutthroat you
I’ll never fold up, never bluff, I don’t play poker
Dirty pants, wearin’ dirty buffs
Now these bitches love me ’cause I’m up
Now I don’t even wanna fuck
Bitch, I don’t even want a hug
I done rose up from the concrete, I’m blessed, fuck luck
You ain’t help me then, now I’m up
Need help, I don’t give a fuck
It’s the life of a project baby
It’s the life of a project baby
In order to be a boss, you gotta take a loss
I should know, I done took plenty of ’em
It’s money out that door, he gotta get him some
‘Cause when that nigga broke, they ain’t got a penny for him
I’m here to tell you ’bout the life of a project baby
I’ma tell you ’bout the life of a project baby
William King:
Peezy
Yeah, the preacher of the streets
Yeah, this king came from nothin’, but
You gotta feel him now
You gotta respect him
You gotta give him his crown
‘Cause where we from
If you don’t give it, we take it
This is the sound
