Open Arms

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Grip] 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 family ain't been the same since granny passed So busy tryna handle tasks, life passed, quick as a camera flash Like I ain't seen you in a year and some change and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hearing 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 blackmail Who would've thought that we would play a part in these packed jails? From crack sells, when we was just paintin' pictures with pastels Action figures and Gargoyle episodes, laying 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 [Chorus: Grip] Know you're never on your own, no one wants to be alone Open arms when you come home again Lost in streets, we used to roam It hit a little different when you get grown Everybody waiting on you to get home again [Verse 2: Grip] We walked a slow place but time's skatin' on rollerblades These are the thoughts that travel through my mind on my lowest days Where I'm from, niggas toting K's and throwaways Sell dope or rock, the only jobs that overpay Unless you're an athlete or flow over trap beats Can't get a real job 'cause niggas got rap sheets Slept in my backseat, 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 of 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, so we sold us some dope Don't want to get off our ass, we'd rather hold a remote And watch them flex all they cash while we stay totally broke And now, now, don't get me wrong, really to each their own But I just miss the days when music used to hit home [Chorus: Grip] Know you're never on your own, no one wants to be alone Open arms when you come home again Lost in streets, we used to roam It hit a little different when you get grown Everybody waiting on you to get home again [Outro] Aye, y'all niggas wanna see where my uncle keep his gun? Your uncle don't have no gun Yo, what is that? Yo, is that a .38? That bitch clean I bet it ain't loaded though *Gunshot*