(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 got a ni**a 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 spitting fire, like the kid got hella toasters
They call us vultures, but we ain’t have no coaches
Nothing in the fridge, lot of rats, lot of roaches
Same city as Obama and Oprah
But ni**as 13 toting 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 nothing
In the hood every day, serving all the smokers
Young ni**a getting older, heart got a lot colder
Right from wrong, s**t nobody never showed us
I might as well listen to this devil on my shoulders
I had a dream I was whipping in the Rover
Then I chased the dream, got the cream
Out the hood by any means
(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 2 – Meek Mill)
Salt and pepper, hot sauce in my noodles
Mama working, dinner time Toaster Strudels
You make it out, they act like they ain’t ever knew you
It’s funny when ni**as you love wanna do you
Kill you about a green piece of paper, you a hater
Trained us to kill our own selves, ni**as better wake up
Knew it was never love when I seen the Roc break up
Damn hope this money don’t ever change us
From flipping on mattresses, bastard kids
Grew up, gotta trap and get, trap and s**t
Coming home with rats and s**t
Mama screaming at me, who the f**k cash is this?
Now I write my mama’s check, I tell her, cash this in
And I never judge people, seen a pastor sin
When I was broke, these ni**as all gave me their ass to kiss
But I still put em on cause I’m past that s**t
We tryna make it out
(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 3 – Lil Bibby)
Remember having 50 cent to my name for lunch
A quart of juice and some hot flames
We was sitting on the couch watching He Got Game
My homie could’ve been Jordan but he got changed
Yeah younging had hoop dreams, but I knew a few fiends
That I could serve, prolly get them Jordans and some new Js
The main objective was to make it out
By any means, if I find out where the plug stay I’m staking out
A long ways to go, but look how far we came
You can look into a ni**a’s eyes, you can see the pain
Everybody with you when it’s sunny, that’s the game
But 99% of ni**as leave when it rains
My neighborhood; dream killing, life stealing
He wanna be a hitta til he got life in prison
Racist ass police just tryna convict him
It’s crazy cause 9 out of 10 gon be a victim
(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
