Q-Dini - Gotta Find a Way lyrics

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Q-Dini - Gotta Find a Way lyrics

[Intro: Born Divine (Cappadonna)] Yeah, for my peoples in the struggle (what it do, yeah) East to west, worldwide (come on, Fat Albert, the slick hat) Yeah, we love it (hold on to my bracelet) [Born Divine] I gotta find a way like grandpops with six kids Through the jungle, like them old heads, doing life bids Cuz life is, both destiny and karma [Cappadonna] I keep beefing with my baby momma And foul jakes to, giving me drama All my life, yo, it's nothing but problems [Born Divine] So I gotta find a way to solve 'em Remove the stress from my brain Cuz there's gotta be a better way To maintain the hit on the block, pushing c**aine [Cappadonna] Cracks and all that, I gotta find a way to fall back My ribs is touching til my record label call back [Born Divine] So I work and focus hard and try to stay on track With a bullsh** security job and CDs in my backpack [Cappadonna] Bags of dope up in my a** crack, earth is in the backroom Broke vacuum, I smoke my moon It's the Better Life Movement, coming soon, uh Return of the Pillage [Chorus: MPM] I love my babies, I love my ladies What love is this, for money Streets shot, police on blocks Keep hot, I love money [Cappadonna] sh** on my new kicks, dirt on my Yankee fitted We in the co*k pitted, it's broke windows, on the whip, man, the cops did it Gotta find a way or else the block's gon' get it [Born Divine] The weapons on my coat smelling like weed smoke Sippin' like Bacardi Gold like the fork in the road Noodles in the pot on the stove, been walking these feet With years, look at my wounds In the gutter, still paying my dues [Cappadonna] Return of the Pillage Garbage cans, squeezing the box Raccoons be at the door, they live with a fox Incense be burning hard, for the smell of the socks We on the rooftops, looking for cops Half a gallon of milk and a box of Pops What up, ock? [Hook: MPM] Ya'll don't see what I see Sometimes you misunderstood me The dramatic cross street blues Let a lot, see my dues [Outro: Cappadonna] Ain't no characteristics in this sh** (baseball hat, baseball hat) Straight bongo, my doola, it's the foundation