Open Arms - Lloyd Banks

Lil' homie you ain’t gotta be nobody, be yourself

Cause you don’t need nothin', don’t mean nobody need your help

My nigga 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 niggas 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, drugs, liquor and chrome, my nigga life goes on

When they music pours, drama ignites the storm

Runnin' for a rider gets your license torn

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 fuck wit' me

I know ya see me, ya wish ya was me, lifes a bitch and ya chick is ugly

Ice the wrist, niggas lookin funny

You want it?

Well I want it more

No rules here, all fair in love and war

Just the number in the lotto, goin' down a sequence

Niggas dyin' to get bills, but they killin' 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

Death 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