We Still Outchea

Name: We Still Outchea
Duration: 308 s
Description: We Still Outchea by mBaileyz. From the artist’s lyric sheet: “Shit get thick, feel like the walls closin' in But we linked tighter, fam hold it down to the end”

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We Still Outchea lyrics

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Intro

Ayy... block check-in... this how it really is right now, on God...

Verse 1

Sun creepin' up on the bricks, heat already slap Mama laces up for them doubles, black coffee no cap Lil homies bookbaggin', dodgin' puddles on the way Bodega line long, scratch-offs and dreams in the tray OGs posted on crates, spittin' game from the scars Dice clack on the sidewalk, bets fly but we aimin' far Sneakers hittin' pavement, fry grease in the air Block already breathin', we outchea no fear

Pre-chorus

Shit get thick, feel like the walls closin' in But we linked tighter, fam hold it down to the end

Chorus

We still outchea! We still outchea! Through the smoke, through the tears, crystal clear Hood heart beatin' loud, scars showin' on the sleeve Future lil ones, this the real, what we breathe We still outchea! Risin' straight from the mud Turnin' pain to paper, flood the whole hood with love Rise up! Rise up! From the block we yell We still outchea, this the story we tell!

Verse 2

Night fall heavy, candles lit for the ones gone Sirens still screamin', but we keep pushin' on Mornin' come quick, double dutch spinnin' in the lot Laughs sharp as knives, cuttin' through whatever we got Bills pilin' high, gig apps glowin' on the screen Queens holdin' whole cribs down, livin' out the dream Kings learnin' trades, flip empty pockets to plans Turnin' nothin' into somethin', we built with these hands

Verse 3

Court lights flickerin', hooping with that fire Coaches yellin' focus, not just ballin' for the wire Phones out late, some codin', others in the cypher Streetlights our stage, talent gettin' higher BBQ smoke mixin' with the exhaust, dominoes slap Center open late, no turnin' back School then streets, we jugglin' both in the mix Some chase quick bags, others plot the big fix

Verse 4

Barber chair spinnin', cuts come with the real talk Auntie pots bubblin', plates for the whole block Stories 'bout the Ls that taught us how to walk Corner store corner, we turn small bags to big stock Homies link up daily, share the tools and the pain From trap phone to legit, we breakin' the chain No handouts, just handshakes, we grind till it pop Whole hood in the circle, we never gon' stop

Verse 5

Now young adults steppin', fixin' what was broke Side hustle jumpin', turn the struggle to a map Lil homies watchin' close, so we show 'em right moves Books in the backpack, still got that hoop groove BBQ Sundays, whole block come together Laughin' through the pain, makin' moments forever We plantin' seeds deep so the next gen can fly high We still outchea buildin', watch the whole hood touch sky

Bridge

Some days the weight crush yo chest, homies turn ghost Doubt scream loud, "we ever gon' break from this post?" Vision blurry, walls closin', feel like we stuck But the block in ya blood call back... get the fuck up! WE RISE!

Chorus

We still outchea! We still outchea! Through the smoke, through the tears, crystal clear...

Outro

Yeah... we still outchea... for the ones comin' behind us... know where we stood, fam... we still outchea!

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