[Intro — low, crackling vinyl, spoken]
Fuck what you heard man, this is the real shit
(Ad-libs: yeah, yeah — listen)
[Verse 1]
Fuck what you heard man, this is the real shit
Concrete nights, taillights bleed down every grit
Street corners hum like low-fi heartbeats in the mist
We stitch our names on stoops where every promise sits
I went through all that bullshit
But still I stand
Boots on cold pavement, breath like smoke in my hand
Blueprints taped to a dashboard, dreams map the plan
Our laughs echo off brick, late coffee and cassette bands
We move slow, make weight, count wins in alley bands
Whole team locked in — shoulder press, steady stance
Rooftop vows and subway maps, we place our chance
[Pre-Chorus]
Hands to the sky when the city gives us light
We keep the fire fed through the longest night
Hold close the ones who learned to never fold
We carry stories heavy, diamonds from the cold
[Chorus — anthem hook]
Real Shit Anthem — (chant) Real Shit Anthem
Real Shit Anthem — (chant) Real Shit Anthem
(Ad-libs: keep goin', keep goin' — woo)
[Verse 2]
Ain't gotta sell a gram to show what's in my chest
We move like freight at dawn, heavy with the rest
Windows down, bass like a heartbeat in our chest
Bumping old records, more living than a test
No red unless it’s neon in my cup, sip slow
God bless the ones who tried us, couldn’t stop the glow
I teach the kids the corners where the real lessons grow
Told 'em loyalty's a currency, keep it close
We flip the script on every cold, unsteady hand
Turn lost change into a ledger, build a stand
A deal-breakin' kid with sticky notes and plans
Livin' fresh each day, keep the truth in my hands
[Bridge]
I went through all that bullshit
But still I stand — repeat it, let it land
We carved our names in rain gutters and in sand
Brother, sister, city — gather, take my hand
[Chorus — anthem hook variation]
Real Shit Anthem — (chant) Real Shit Anthem
Real Shit Anthem — (chant) Real Shit Anthem
(Ad-libs: we keep goin', we keep goin')
[Bridge 2 — sparse, intimate]
Drop the track to nothing — let the voice alone shine
Turn the sub down, breathe time into the line
Hear the boards creak, the pavement talk in rhyme
Small lights, big nights, we rewrite our time
[Outro — call-and-response, building]
We keep pushin' till the last light bends
We keep pushin' till the block sends friends
We keep pushin' till the record spins
Real Shit Anthem — we ride till the end
[Production notes — for performance]
Tempo: 90 BPM (aim 88–95 BPM)
Drums: punchy kick, tight snare, low sub-bass
Arrangement: drop to minimal bed for hook; ad-lib chants under choruses
Vibe: gritty, vivid, intimate — keep profanity for grit; prepare a radio-edit alternate if needed
Chants: call-and-response ad-libs, vinyl crackle, sparse piano sample on verse swells
