Lloyd Banks - Open Arms

Open Arms Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Lil homie you ain’t gotta be nobody be yourself
‘Cause you don’t mean that, don’t need nobody but your help
My nigga lost his mom real young nobody felt
We in a big pile, you need to make it out and help
You can have it, know that, you know how to get it
Once you grab that, you sun back

You’re a thinker, you thinking you can be on top
I think you’re in the right path, can’t wait to see you pop
Congratulations to the kid that did it up big

Educations only you ’cause you can dig it
Analogy’s the life dark secret that we visit
I left it all for this zone, me and my microphone
Blood crawls into chrome my nigga life goes on
When the music calls, drama and ice and storm
Running for a while get your licence torn

[Hook]
Out here we got it hard, so hard
The street got her arms open up to me
They wanna see me fall down, way down
When I get back up they don’t fuck with me
I know you see me, you wish you was me
Life’s a bitch ,and your shit is ugly
Ice the rest, niggers looking funny
You want it, well I want it more
You know the rules here
All fear, lovin’ more

[Verse 2]
Just a number in a raddle
Going down the sequance,
Niggers dying they get wills
When they killing over snickers
Dream another million
Hearts speaking through the speakers
Doing terrible, play the terror of the teachers
And now my brothers keep pulling the error
The picture finally that you love
With your head, you better keep it
Keep your mind on your mission
I wish you well,but don’t get blind
They were wish you young
Fish like you’re fishing bro

That fight before you sawn off
Hold my arms when I’m gone
Er’thing grows of age,shine down like the mor’
Green in it 4k, all grown at the bong
I’ve been at it too long,
It ain’t no one liver,I’m still fly
And I rap like a drunk driver
Mad hoes but when I blow is hotter
Married to the game, you leave
You don’t get one dollar

[Hook]
Out here we got it hard, so hard
The street got her arms open up to me
They wanna see me fall down, way down
When I get back up they don’t fuck with me
I know you see me, you wish you was me
Life’s a bitch ,and your shit is ugly
Ice the rest, niggers looking funny
You want it, well I want it more
You know the rules here
All fear, lovin’ more

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