Open Arms - Lloyd Banks

Open Arms (Prod by Doe Pesci) - 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 ni**a 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 an get it
Once you grab that give some back
An then come back in spirit you a thinker
You thinkin' you can be on top
I think you 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
Educations only deep as you can dig it
Knowledge is the life dark secret every visit
I left the world for the zone
Me and my microphone blood drugs lickin' chrome
My ni**a life goes on
When that music pours drama ignites the storm
Runnin' for a ride'll getcha license torn
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'll f**k wit' me
I know you see me you wish you was me
Life's a b**ch an your chick is ugly eyes to wrist
Niggas lookin' funny you want it
Well I want it more
No rules here
I'll fear nothin' more
Just a number in the lotto
Goin' down in sequence
Niggas dyin' to get bills but they killin' over sneakers
Dreamin' of a million
Heart speakin' through the speakers
Don't blame the terrible
Blame the terror of the teachers
I'm my brothers keeper in the era of the leecher
Find a lady that you love
With a head you better keep her
Keep your mind on your mission
I wish you well but don't get blinded
While wishing dawg
Fish like your fishin' rod broad comin' home
Wrong comin' home
That