[Chorus: PnB Rock]
Ya, some how, some way
We gotta make it out the hood some day
Can't lie, I still wake up and juug some days
Just to make sure that my family good some days, yeah
But some how, some way
We gotta make it out the hood some day
Can't lie, I still wake up and juug some days
Just to make sure that my family good some days, yeah
[Verse 1: Lil Bibby]
Look, all them homicides has a nigga traumatized
You know I apologized for all them times my mama cried
A couple partners died, I miss my fallen soldiers
For them I'm spittin' fire, like the kid got halitosis
They call us vultures, but we ain't have no cultures
Nothin' in the fridge, lot of rats, lot of roaches
Same city as Obama and Oprah
But niggas 13 totin' guns, they'll smoke yah
Now I'm about to open up, they ain't have no hope for us
I ain't ever seen Ye, he ain't ever showed us nothin'
In the hood every day, servin' all the smokers
Young nigga gettin' older, heart got a lot colder
Right from wrong, shit nobody never showed us
I might as well listen to this devil on my shoulders
I had a dream I was whippin' in the Rover
Then I chased the dream, got the cream
Out the hood by any means
Ya, some how, some way
We gotta make it out the hood some day
Can't lie, I still wake up and juug some days
Just to make sure that my family good some days, yeah
But some how, some way
We gotta make it out the hood some day
Can't lie, I still wake up and juug some days
Just to make sure that my family good some days, yeah
[Verse 1: Lil Bibby]
Look, all them homicides has a nigga traumatized
You know I apologized for all them times my mama cried
A couple partners died, I miss my fallen soldiers
For them I'm spittin' fire, like the kid got halitosis
They call us vultures, but we ain't have no cultures
Nothin' in the fridge, lot of rats, lot of roaches
Same city as Obama and Oprah
But niggas 13 totin' guns, they'll smoke yah
Now I'm about to open up, they ain't have no hope for us
I ain't ever seen Ye, he ain't ever showed us nothin'
In the hood every day, servin' all the smokers
Young nigga gettin' older, heart got a lot colder
Right from wrong, shit nobody never showed us
I might as well listen to this devil on my shoulders
I had a dream I was whippin' in the Rover
Then I chased the dream, got the cream
Out the hood by any means
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