Some Way (feat. The Weeknd) - NAV & Lil Baby

Please believe that some how some way We gotta make it up out the hood some day Some how some way We gotta make it up out this life, come on Some how, some way We gotta make it up out the hood some day Some way we gotta make it up out this life Weather we dribble out this motherfucker Rap metaphors and riddle out this motherfucker Work second floors, hospital out this motherfucker Some how we gotta get up out this motherfucker Some day the cops will kill a motherfucker I don't always want to be this drug dealing motherfucker damn Wish I could take us all on this magic carpet Ride through the sky, I used to play the hall up fifth floor me And my boys we all poor getting high I seen 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 Nostrand And still I grew some how I knew the sun will shine through And touch my soul take hold of my hand Look man a tree grows in Brooklyn Some how, some way I gotta make it up out the hood someday Some how, some way I gotta make it up out this life Some way I gotta make it up out this hood someday To old Nell, Sigel street I ain't forget you Twenty niggas on the block trying to chase that buck Nosey neighbors and the haters keep their face on stuck Cops roll up on the pavement break the dice games up Behind smoke kids can't chase the ice cream truck Girls fighting over Rollie young boys hype things up Niggas fighting over Cold young boys light things up All the petty ass wars fuck the night scene up Remember Lil' Eddie man how he light mean up Then they wonder why we light green up Back to back steamer trying to relax but I can't I lean up ain't the L or the refer that steam up, I steam up It's my head stress to the point I get a fever Thinking bout the block and all the mothers and kids That can't leave and how the Chinks gotta feed'em For the rest of their life fucking wings fried Vegetable rice gotta be kidding No breakfast Cap'n Crunch at night Our kids eating lunch at night In their beds all bunched in tight No less than three or four you know how it go Two by the foot two by the headboard Man I'm getting scared for them yeah I know Thats how I feel for them And we gotta grip the shorties on the block All they do is smoke weed and drink forties cop their quarties Enough to get the latest ROC, newest glock, and old Jordies Some how, some way We gonna make it up out the hood one day Some how some way We gonna make it up out this life Some how some way We gonna make it up out the hood one day Some way we gonna make it up out this life Right here's another lil' story bout this click I claimed Another chapter based on how I get that game Just hang round my neighborhood and bang my street Sit and watch the passer-bys play my sweep South-side sunny side Blocks I run South Vegas, South Paul Niggas all got guns Over here we got this poor child he'd get that there We know tomorrow ain't promise so we get that there Fuck sitting in the living room guarding the steps Working inside a slump house starving to death Serving these nigga flippers, quarter-ounces and Zippers agents snapping your picture neighbors Plotting to get ya Situations is critic I was out here to get it Living it like a savage cause nigga I gotta have it And holding back all the mothers for a minute Pumping hard dog Erase enough to walk it down and fuck it all dog Love being willied and your creek gonna rise I'm be a nigga and these streets gonna rise Some how some way, some how some way I'm be a nigga and these streets gonna rise Some how some way We gotta make it up out the hood some day Some how some way We gotta make it up out this life Some how some way We gotta make it up out the hood some day Some way we gotta make it up out this life

Want You lay next to me? In the world of Summer Rain Walk away Wish We'd stay He-e-ey You stole my heart in some way INSTRUMENTAL 1 You stole my heart in some way INSTRUMENTAL 2 You stole my h- You stole my h- You stole my heart in some way Make You wait I will wait 'Til You coming back someday Make erase all the pain He-e-ey You stole my heart in some way INSTRUMENTAL 3 You stole my heart You stole my heart You stole my heart in some way He-e-ey You stole my heart in some way INSTRUMENTAL 4 You stole my h- INSTRUMENTAL 5 You stole my heart You stole my heart in some way You stole my heart You stole my heart You stole my heart in some way He-e-ey You stole my heart in some way

(Yeah) Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) Flooded watch, drop top (Skrrt) Fuck 12, fuck the opps (Okay) Wrist broke (Whip, whip) in the pot Selling rocks (Okay), on the block (Okay) Put up guap, sending shots At your top (Okay), fuck you thought? (Okay) Fucking thots, watch 'em flock Off-white seats (Okay), Off-white socks (Okay) 1800 for a pair of jeans, that's okay I got money, I give all my shooters good pay Headshot with a infrared beam from far away Long as it don't come back to me, I think it's okay Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) We the wrong niggas to run to, put cake in a funnel Lil' bitch fuck for the bundle Put a Glock in the console, yeah Why the bitch wanna say my name on the gram? Ho, relax (Ho, relax) I beat my gun case Three, four times, can't hold me back (Rrra) And you can never hang around if you owe me racks (If you owe me racks) And I'm not talkin' about navigation I'm with NAV (And I'm with NAV) And I was hangin' in Chiraq, dope on the ave (Gang) And if you sliding with them killers, grab that mask (Turn up) And she be driving on the road, coke in her ass (Yeah) And that first time robbing the plug We ain't coming, no cash (Yeah) Trackhawk 2018, do the dash (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Ain't give no money so he try to put me on blast, yeah Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay)

(Four packets) Maybach parked outside Take up two parking spots Barely old enough to drive I been gettin' way too high Livin' large, livin' large, livin' large, livin' large Everybody livin' large Livin' large, livin' large, livin' large, livin' large Everybody livin' large Started from the bottom, now the condo so big I don't see nobody Pink toes, long hair, runnin' 'round the lobby Livin' large every day like I hit the lottery, livin' large Five star restaurants Watchin' Floyd fight, we in the front Hawks game, we on the floor Niggas' bitches dirty bird me, Julio Take my dogs all around the globe Shooters with me, they go everywhere I go Stickin' to the code, ain't gon' never fold I'ma stand up like a man, that's what I was told Hoppin' off a plane fresh as fuck, screamin', "Free Steve" We done had a damn good year, you wouldn't believe I done counted a whole million cash with my bare hands Dashboard say two twenty-five, I'm 'bout to do it Percocet and molly on my ass, I'm 'bout to lose it We been countin' cash for three hours, gettin' to it I don't care if they never found the body, I don't watch the news So much money on the floor like we just left a move Shoot-outs in broad day with the cops Nigga it ain't safe on my block (it ain't safe on my block) Nigga came a long way from rocks I can not go home without the guap We got Glocks tucked in the stash spot We don't stop at stop signs, I'ma keep going Man they killed my dawg over nothing, we was too cool Remember gettin' that J to check us in when we was in high school Hellcat goin' real fast Hopin' I don't crash, I'm just tryna stay focused

Ah-ah-ah, hey Run that back, Turbo You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question I got a bitch like Keisha off of Belly Police got dogs and they can't even smell me Keep me a cup, I got a lean belly 20s on me, I call 'em green relish Balmain my jeans, if not, they embellished Too many vibes, they think I'm R. Kelly PH in the sky, we got 'em already PJ in the sky and I don't wanna land it Creepin' at night, the VLONE bandit I prayed to the sky and none of this was handed Worked all my life and now I understand it Crawled up like a mouse, but I could never tell it I got the sweetest sauce like jelly Try disrespect me, you all get beheaded I got the drip, they call me Dripavelli I held him down, that nigga was my celly Fuck you fuck niggas, never made me heartless Thank God, came and got me, used to shop at Target They cut out the coupe before we hit the market We don't pack our bags 'cause we gon' shop regardless Backend, I'm back in, paid up for the party I done came a long way from openin' up for Carti Shades and my bracelets Cartier Carti Police's cases, all that we avoidin' The lean in my cup gettin' more and more muddy I shown all my love, I've never been a bully Got every color VLONE hoody Just jumped in the game and still I ain't no rookie I got this sauce, cream and puddin' I came with the drip, got everybody lookin' Cherish your blessings, easily could be tooken Send a front in, it's easy to get a book in You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question Yeah, cash all my backends, I bought me a Patek Addicted to cabbage, the money relax me My mom and them happy, I bought them a mansion I still rock the fitted, but I don't be cappin' (skrrt) These camouflage denim like I just went campin' They still can't believe that I made it, they happy I been gettin' money before I was rappin' I'm ridin' in the Wraith like I play with the actors No pleadin', arraignment, ain't takin' no charges My young nigga's solid, I know that he got me He keep his mouth closed, I'ma buy him a foreign Penthouse, hotel suite whenever we're tourin' How foreign my tint is, I still rock the Jordan Packin' out shows, love my fans, they important And I'm still in the trap, in the hood like a motor Spend thousands on fragrance, she fuckin' my odor I just started rappin', I made me some millions Man, shout out Atlanta, I'm runnin' my city These bracelets came healthy, they cost me a 50 I leveled it up, I've been handlin' business Gettin' 20 a night, every day, different city I just keep puttin' this syrup in my kidneys This the big one, boy, this not the Jubilee (Jubilee) I got Gunna with me, rockin' VLONE, Supreme (yeah, yeah) You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question (uh)