Lloyd Banks - Open Arms lyrics

[Verse 1] Lil' homie you ain't gotta be nobody, be yourself Cause you don't need nothin', don't mean nobody need your help My n***a lost his mind real young, know how he felt We in a big pot, you need to make it out or melt You can have that, you want that, get on out and get it Once you grab that, give some back then come back in spirit You a thinker? You thinkin' you can be on top? I think you're on the right path can't wait to see you pop Congratulations to the kid that did it up big Reparations for my n***as comin' off bids Education's only deep as you can dig it Knowledge is the light, dark secret every visit I left the will for this zone, me and my microphone Blood, d**, liquor and chrome, my n***a life goes on When they music pours, drama ignites the storm Runnin' for a rider gets your license torn [Hook] Out here we got it hard, so hard. The streets got her arms open up to me They wanna see me fall down, way down, when I get back up they'll f** wit' me I know ya see me, ya wish ya was me, lifes a b**h and ya chick is ugly Ice the wrist, n***as lookin funny You want it? Well I want it more No rules here, all fair in love and war [Verse 2] Just the number in the lotto, goin' down a sequence n***as dyin' to get bills, but they k**in' over sneakers Dreamin' of a million hearts beatin' through the speakers Don't blame the terrible, blame the terror of the teachers I'm not my brothers keeper in the era of the leecher Find a lady that ya love wit' a head you better keep her Keep ya mind on ya mission I wish you well but don't get blinded wit' wishin' god Fish like your fishin' rod Rod comin' home, Ron comin home d**h right before dishonor on my arm till I'm gone Ery'day is Rozay, Sean Don like tha don Green made me 4k, blowin cron out the bong I been at it too long, it ain't no one liver I'm still fly and I rap like a drunk driver Mad hoes, don't know what ones hotter Married to the game, you leave you don't get one dollar [Hook]