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lil bibby - someday lyrics

some how, some
we gotta make it out the hood some day
kill 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
kill 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-gg- 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-gg-s 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-gg- gettin older
heart got alot colder
right from wrong, sh-t, n-body 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

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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-gg-s you love wanna do you
kill you about a green piece of paper
you a hater
train us to kill our own selves, n-gg-s better wake up
knew it was never love when i seen the roc break up
d-mn, hope this money don’t never change us
from flipping on mattresses
back to kids
grew up got a trapping gig
trapping sh-t
coming home with rats and sh-t
momma screamin at me, “who the f-ck 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-gg-s all gave me their -ss to kiss
but i still put them on cuz i’m past that sh-t
we tryna make it out

hook: yea, some how some way
we gotta make it out the hood some day
kill 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-gg- eyes you can see the pain
everybody witchu when it’s sunny that’s the game
but 99% uh n-gg-s leave when it rain
my neighborhood dream killin
life stealin
he wanna be a hitter till he got life in prison
racist -ss police jus tryna convict em
it’s crazy cuz 9 outta 10 he’ll be a victim

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