[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Yo, this world will overwhelm many
Hoping your mental is locked in
Most circumstances he gave battles, felt like they penalized them
I miss my younger years
Corner crates with the metal vibing
At the same time with someone thinking maybe it's better dying
Soon I would get my first piece of winning
And it was mesmerizing
Hope I can take parts of my past to help the present wizen
To make it faster, lose faster
Gotta be better options
Hungry out here looking for blessings
Never been fed a doctrine
But somehow (Somehow), someway (Someway)
I gotta make it up out of this shit today
I'm nice as ever
Kept my skills fine polished while niggas played
I left the ghetto scarred and bruised
Shots followed and ricochet
Every borough was the same
Pine box in a different maze
Days fly when you're getting by
Time stops when you're getting paid
Sacrifices made
No one wants to feel like they're getting played
Honor is all that we ask till I'm in the grave
Now your bloody through your clothes
Homies tagged you with hawks and arrows
And the foul part is this woman tied to all the walls and battles
Went from playing games with tops off with a quarter wall to barrels
Ten niggas fleeing from searchlights, trying to walk in shadows
This thing's all over the hood
Hoping your boys avoid the rattles
If your lawyer money's down, you'll leave a quarter poor to travel
To think you grew up together
Now he's pointing fingers at you
The birdies are serenading
Heard the singing when they snatched you
New York City's finest
Before I go, I need a statue
Perhaps you need a little protection roaming the Apple
Got a dream? You better chase that motherfucker
No one to back you
Make it out in the same ones that doubted a double-bagged tomb
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Somehow (Somehow), someway (Someway)
We gotta make it up outta all of this gunplay
Somehow (Somehow), someway (Someway)
I gotta hit when I drop the dice
Somehow (Somehow), someway (Someway)
We gotta make it up outta the hood to runways
Somehow (Somehow), someway (Someway)
We gotta make it about this life
[Verse 2: Dave East]
Somehow, become an artist or just scribble out this motherfucker (Scrib)
Pick the side you wanna play the middle out this motherfucker (What side you on?)
Fuck a park dreamer, dribble out this motherfucker (Ah)
Or get a plug, get rid of weight like Lizzo out this motherfucker (Get rid of 'em)
Ducking vultures, stealing culture, full of bloodsuckers (I know)
Guns tall as forty two dodgers, send 'em above force
Blood brothers front on each other, then show a stranger love (Damn)
Fuck ruckus, niggas ain't beefing, they with the angus club (Damn)
Try to put a stop to this bull, and get your handker drugged
Promise than nobody gon' die, just give up the paper, love
Ducking Frankie Beverly, heavenly, like an angles touch
I'm satisfied with blessings I received, I ain't came from much (Nah)
I'm in a coupe with this chicken, smoking off angel dust
Instead of throwing subs on the internet, it should be thanking us (Thank us)
I can count on one hand, niggas that changed the game like us (On one hand)
From Pakistan to Los Angeles, I done came with precision
A couple squares in a circle was never shaping us (Never)
Barbershop, niggas shape it up, get a razor cut (Fuck paper)
No nicks and dimes after nine, baby just eights and up (Only that)
You ain't never counted new hundreds and got a paper cut
I've been exquisite, mind that I'm sipping, don't go on paper cups (Nah-ah)
Rather challenge the shrimp grilled on a salad (Grill)
You ain't never grinding till you related to Malice (Right)
Push your t-shirt to both sides, it'll fit callus (Boom)
Triple beam dreaming, I seen a scale for the balance (I seen)
Balcony view at Wales, alfredo sauce and scallops (Hmm)
Somehow (Somehow), someway (Someway)
Gotta get back on my game
I bump my head, I find my way, that's why I pray
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Somehow (Somehow), someway (Someway)
We gotta make it up outta all of this gunplay
Somehow (Somehow), someway (Someway)
I gotta hit when I drop the dice
Somehow (Somehow), someway (Someway)
We gotta make it up outta the hood to runways
Somehow (Somehow), someway (Someway)
We gotta make it about this life
[Verse 3: Vado]
Was tryna score every quarter for the shot clock up
Twenty four on the corner, taking eight-nine bucks (I did)
Selling dimes in the sauna while the fiens line up
Till TNT pulled over, make the team line up (Uh-huh)
After every cookout, bottles be lined up (Yes)
After every cook route, bottles be lined up
We had the same color tops, I would keep my stuff
Just so I could finish first, that would speed minds up
It was days I may seem high duck, trying to keep mines up (Word)
Can't relax, having sleeped nine months
Was depressed, stressed, to the point I felt lost
Shoot, before it got ugly, it was all cute
I can't believe I filed a lawsuit (Fuck it)
Who am I to judge?
They don't budge, it's then caught, we're in a Jew lawsuit (Earl)
I'm tight, couldn't tell me this a year ago (They couldn't)
Road to success, where I fear to go (I know)
Took steps back, still near it though (I know)
I'm still aware, but don't care to know
A bald head, still here to grow
Somehow, someway
I'm laid up with some bae that's praying that someday
I may give her some play
Can't say, from Monday through Sunday, I'm focused on one thing (On one thing)
This life like a camel, once I'm over the hump, there's always another one (Another one)
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Somehow (Somehow), someway (Someway)
We gotta make it up outta all of this gunplay
Somehow (Somehow), someway (Someway)
I gotta hit when I drop the dice
Somehow (Somehow), someway (Someway)
We gotta make it up outta the hood to runways
Somehow (Somehow), someway (Someway)
We gotta make it about this life
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