Meek Mill - Someday lyrics

Some how, some We gotta make it out the hood some day k** the Opps and wake up and jugg some days Just ta make sure that my family good some day Yea But some how some way We gotta make it out the hood some day k** the Opps and wake up and jugg some days Just ta make sure that my family good some day Bibby: Uh, look, All them homicides Had a n***a traumatized You know I apologize Fa all them times my momma cried A couple partners died I miss ma fallen soldiers Fa them I'm spittin fire like the kid got halitosis They call us vultures But, we ain have no coaches Nothing in the fridge, Lotta rats Lotta roaches Same city as Obama and Oprah But n***as 13 totin guns they'll smoke ya Now I'm about ta open up They ain have no hope fa us I ain never seen Ye' He ain never show us nun Inna hood eer day, serving all the smokers Young n***a gettin older Heart got alot colder Right from wrong, sh**, nobody never showed us I mine as well listen ta this devil on ma shoulders I had a dream I was whippin Inna rover So I chased the dream Got the cream Out the hood by any means Hook: Salt n Peppa, hot sauce in ma noodles Momma working, dinner time Toaster Strudels You make it out they act like they ain never knew you It's funny when n***as you love wanna do you k** you about a green piece of paper You a hater Train us to k** our own selves, n***as better wake up Knew it was never love when I seen The Roc break up Damn, hope this money don't never change us From flipping on mattresses Back to kids Grew up got a trapping gig Trapping sh** Coming home with rats and sh** Momma screamin at me, "who the f** cash this is? " Now I write my mom a check, I tell her cash this in And I never judge people seen the pastor sin When I was broke these n***as all gave me their a** to kiss But I still put them on cuz I'm past that sh** We tryna make it out Hook: Yea, some how some way We gotta make it out the hood some day k** the Opps and wake up and jugg some days Just to make sure that my family good some day X2 Bibby: Remember having 50 cent to my name A quarter juice and some hot flames We were sitting on the couch watching He Got Game My homie could have been Jordan but he got changed Yeah youngin and had hoop dreams But I know a few feins That I can serve prolly get some Jordans and some new jeans The main objective was to make it out By any means if I find out where to plug stay I'm stakin out A long ways to go but look how far we came You can look into a n***a eyes you can see the pain Everybody witchu when it's sunny that's the game But 99% uh n***as leave when it rain My neighborhood dream k**in Life stealin He wanna be a hitter till he got life in prison Racist a** police jus tryna convict em It's crazy cuz 9 Outta 10 he'll be a victim Hook