Rap metaphors and riddle out this mother***er Work second floors, I spit out this mother***er Somehow we gotta get about this mother***er Someday the cops'll kill a mother***er I don't always wanna be this drug dealing mother***er, damn Wish I could take us all on this magic carpet ride through the sky I used to play the hall of fifth floor Me and my boys, we all poor getting high I see the worst of the worst I deserve every blessing I receive, I'm from the dirt I planted my seed on unfertile land Myrtle Park, Marcy flushing and no strength And still I grew Somehow I knew that the sun'll shine through And touch my soul, take hold of my hand Look man, a tree grows in Brooklyn Somehow, someway, I gotta make it up out the hood someday Somehow, someway, I gotta make it up out the slide Someway, I gotta make it up out the hood someday 20 niggas on the block tryna chase that buck Newsy neighbors and the haters keep they face on stuck Cops roll up on the payment, break the dice, gang's up Moms smoke, kids can't chase the ice cream truck Girls fighting over rope, the young boys hype things up Niggas fighting over coke, the young boys light things up All the petty-ass wars, *** the night scene up Remember Lil Eddie drunk and how he like me enough Then they wonder why we light green up Back to back, steam up, try to relax, but I can't, I lean up Ain't the L or the wreath for that steam up That steam up is my head, I'm stressed to the point I get a fever Think about the block and all the mothers and the kids that can't leave And how the chinks gotta feed them For the rest of they life *** wings, fried vegetable rice Gotta be kidding, no breakfast Captain Crunch at night How the kids eating lunch at night And they beds all bunched in tight No less than three or four Know how I go, two by the foot, two by the head, boy Man, I'm getting scared, but I know, that's how I feel for We gotta grip the shorties on the block All they do is smoke weed and drink 40s Cop they Lil Cordys Enough to get their leaders rocked But somehow, someway We gon' make it up out this hood one day Somehow, someway We gon' make it up out this life And somehow, someway We gon' make it up out the hood one day Someway, we gon' make it up out this life Right here's another little story about this click I click Another chapter based on how I get that game Hang around my neighborhood, bang my street Sit and watch the pacifiers inflame my suite South side, sunny side, block side run South Vegas, South Palm, niggas all got guns Over here we got this cold challah, get that there We know tomorrow ain't a promise, get that now *** sitting in the living room, guarding the steps Working inside a smokehouse, starving to death Serving these niggas flippers, quarter houses, temples 80's snapping your picture, neighbors plotting to get you Situation's a critic, I was out here to get it Living it like a savage, cause nigga, I gotta have it Holding back on the mother***er, mainly for the hard, dawg He racing up and walking down and ***ing on, y'all Man, the Lord be with me And the creek gon' rise I'ma be a nigga and these streets gon' rise Somehow, someway Somehow, someway I'ma be a nigga and these streets gon' rise Somehow, someway Somehow, someway We gotta make it about the hood someday Somehow, someway We gotta make it about this life Somehow, someway We gotta make it about the hood someday Someway We gotta make it about this life We ride Come on now Come on now Yeah Ooh Yeah, yeah Ooh Ooh Yeah, yeah Ooh Ooh Yeah, yeah