In the Cut

Making my way home, home, home It's been a long road, it's been a long road I'm making my way home Put ma niggas on this ship We're making our way home Making my way home Too many, many, cold nights I been in the dark, ma nigga Too many, many, cold nights I been in the cut, ma nigga Too many, many, cold nights I been in the dark, ma nigga Too many, many, cold nights I been in the cut, ma nigga I been in the cut ma nigga Came for the liquor Came for the J like Dilla Came with a bottle I could fill up Came for the bread of the winner Came like Mike in thriller Talkin' to the man in the mirror Dreams that I made it to the villa Get your dollar bill up Shit ain't free in the land of the free Go figure, go figure Nothin' like bad money when your 9 to 5 don't pay Rap stars talkin' 'bout slanging that 'caine But this side cold Man, this ain't no joke Niggas shoot for the loot so they could see the next day E'rybody ask why I still ain't pop I'm still selling hope to ma niggas in the gutter Put my partners on a ship, take 'em out to Hollywood Ghetto niggas ridin' Cali and we screamin' out Too many, many, cold nights I been in the dark, ma nigga Too many, many, cold nights I been in the cut, ma nigga Too many, many, cold nights I been in the dark, ma nigga Too many, many, cold nights I been in the cut, ma nigga I been in the cut my nigga Where the doors all locked And the hope ain't free Who gon' sell those dreams That we all really need Imma take that task Put it all on me Man, I'm feeling your sentiments So I wrote what was evident This shit is heaven sent The voice of a pessimist Who rose from the concrete But sometimes I sink deep Deep in my own thoughts I hope I don't go wrong And so I try to do this so gracefully Be the voice that you say you need Imma ride with you faithfully Sharing all that you gave to me Even if it ain't safe to me Even if they say, "save it please" Ain't no way we gon' let it be, no way And this ain't no hype track But y'all could hype that The woes of ma dawgs, it feel like Iraq I tell these long tales anytime that I rock Opening the doors to the souls that I touch If I could wish for one thing it's to see ma dawgs fly Couple dollars in they hands, let ma niggas get high Homie get fly while you tryna get by Life's too short to put it all on standby Let the world standby while you gunnin' for it I'll be good if ma mama ain't gotta worry I'll be good if I never got another damn phone call from ma homie Tryna hustle me and talkin' 'bout Too many, many, cold nights I been in the dark, ma nigga Too many, many, cold nights I been in the cut, ma nigga Too many, many, cold nights I been in the dark, ma nigga Too many, many, cold nights I been in the cut, ma nigga Too many, many, cold nights I been in the cut, ma nigga Too many, many, cold nights I been in the dark, ma nigga Too many, many, cold nights I been in the cut, ma nigga Too many, many, cold nights I been in the dark, ma nigga I been in the cut, ma... I'm making my way home It's been a long road, it's been a long road I'm making my way home Making our way home Making my way home