Open Arms ft. Grandmaster Vic
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โฑ๏ธ 3:36 duration
๐ ID: 28150746
๐ Lyrics
What up, cuzzo?
It's been a minute since we touched base
I hope this verse doesn't find you in a rough place
Give me some updates
The fam' ain't been the same since granny passed
So busy tryna handle task, life passed quick as a camera flash
Like, I ain't seen you in a year and some change
And I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't hearin' some things
I often track back to better days, backpacks and letter grades
And Uncle Timmy's hatchback was matte black and heather gray
You had the fade, the part, and the rat tail
Way before I rapped well, enough to
Speak on the plight of the black male
Who'd have thought we would play a part of these packed jails
From crack sales when we were just paintin' pictures with pastels
Action figures and gargoyle episodes
Layin' right there on grandmama floor, Lord, bless her soul
Manifested goals, now the necklace gold
But I'd trade it all in a second, bro
For you to come back home
No, you're never on your own (On your own)
No one wants to be alone
Open arms when you come home again (Yeah, again)
Lost in streets we used to roam (We used to roam)
It hit a little different when you get grown (Oh, no, no)
Everybody waitin' on you to get home again, home again
Uh (Woo)
Uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, yeah
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh, uh
We walk a slow pace, but time skatin' on rollerblades
These are thoughts that travel through my mind on my lowest days
Where I'm from, niggas totin' K's in throwaways
Sell dope or rob's the only jobs that overpay
Unless you an athlete, a flow over trap beats
Can't get a real job 'cause niggas got rap sheets
Done slept in my back seat, I'd probably be
Better off if I had went and got a college degree
Wish the knowledge was free, but see the problem with me?
I get a couple dollars and go on a lottery spree
Obviously, we ain't have no one to show us the ropes
But rappers sold us the game, and so we sold us some dope
Don't wanna get off our ass, we'd rather hold the remote
And watch 'em flex all they cash while we stay totally broke
Now, now, now, don't get me wrong, really to each his own
But I just miss the days when music used to hit home (Uh)
No, you're never on your own (On your own)
No one wants to be alone
Open arms when you come home again (Again, yeah, uh, okay)
Lost in streets we used to roam (We used to roam)
It hit a little different when you get grown (Oh, no, no)
Everybody waitin' on you to get home again, home again
Ayy, y'all niggas wanna see where my uncle keep his gun?
My uncle don't have no gun
He don't have no gun, nigga
Yo, what is that?
Yo, is that a .38?
That be clean
Bet it ain't loaded, though
It's been a minute since we touched base
I hope this verse doesn't find you in a rough place
Give me some updates
The fam' ain't been the same since granny passed
So busy tryna handle task, life passed quick as a camera flash
Like, I ain't seen you in a year and some change
And I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't hearin' some things
I often track back to better days, backpacks and letter grades
And Uncle Timmy's hatchback was matte black and heather gray
You had the fade, the part, and the rat tail
Way before I rapped well, enough to
Speak on the plight of the black male
Who'd have thought we would play a part of these packed jails
From crack sales when we were just paintin' pictures with pastels
Action figures and gargoyle episodes
Layin' right there on grandmama floor, Lord, bless her soul
Manifested goals, now the necklace gold
But I'd trade it all in a second, bro
For you to come back home
No, you're never on your own (On your own)
No one wants to be alone
Open arms when you come home again (Yeah, again)
Lost in streets we used to roam (We used to roam)
It hit a little different when you get grown (Oh, no, no)
Everybody waitin' on you to get home again, home again
Uh (Woo)
Uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, yeah
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh, uh
We walk a slow pace, but time skatin' on rollerblades
These are thoughts that travel through my mind on my lowest days
Where I'm from, niggas totin' K's in throwaways
Sell dope or rob's the only jobs that overpay
Unless you an athlete, a flow over trap beats
Can't get a real job 'cause niggas got rap sheets
Done slept in my back seat, I'd probably be
Better off if I had went and got a college degree
Wish the knowledge was free, but see the problem with me?
I get a couple dollars and go on a lottery spree
Obviously, we ain't have no one to show us the ropes
But rappers sold us the game, and so we sold us some dope
Don't wanna get off our ass, we'd rather hold the remote
And watch 'em flex all they cash while we stay totally broke
Now, now, now, don't get me wrong, really to each his own
But I just miss the days when music used to hit home (Uh)
No, you're never on your own (On your own)
No one wants to be alone
Open arms when you come home again (Again, yeah, uh, okay)
Lost in streets we used to roam (We used to roam)
It hit a little different when you get grown (Oh, no, no)
Everybody waitin' on you to get home again, home again
Ayy, y'all niggas wanna see where my uncle keep his gun?
My uncle don't have no gun
He don't have no gun, nigga
Yo, what is that?
Yo, is that a .38?
That be clean
Bet it ain't loaded, though