Better Days
More than borderline depressed I can say that
But imma grind rather be depressed in a maybach
My niggas getting locked left and right boy I hate that
Truey, Stevo Kay mak, free em let em stay that
But them my blooders so I know they gonna thug it out
I changed my ways shit I guess they took another route
Lately I been tryna learn what is love about
So much hate was stored inside me but it's running out
Snapping shots if I need to hope you camera ready
Some out to get me so my niggas keep them hammers ready
I'll kill a rapper with this pen boy my hand is steady
The guy you copy probably overdosed on xans already
Since high school I knew I was the guy who could rhyme times two than any nigga that tried to
Streets had me praying for days a opp would slide thru
Ain't change all my dangerous ways but shit I'm tryin to
Since 5'2 I moved like I'm a giant
No talk when I move I move in silence
Look I knew I was the one since like '95 I told y'all this like 90 times
90 niggas yeah that's 90 9's bc over here we fight the ones that be fighting crime
And them niggas the niggas that be plotting on you bc they like ya shine
Fighting Father Time while my niggas fighting time
Shit will never change
Pray for better days
Walk around my hood tell me what you see
They kill and snatch your chain tuck your jewelry
And I ain't praising it bc this ain't cool to me
But I might body ya then be the one to read your eulogy
Lost friendships but everything comes to an end
They say my name in vein but can't get under my skin
We too busy runnin shit we ain't runnin from them
Bitch its BGE ain't no fuckin with them
Had to do the race can't be stuck in the pin
Coulda stayed in the streets but I stuck wit the pen
Barbies on my dick like my government Ken
And if she won't give it up then I'm fuckin her friend
Lane switch
Still here with niggas I came with
Cannot trust no new niggas they be on that snake shit
Fake shit
Fake love straight up to my face
Nigga switching States wasn't sure if I would beat they case
But that ain't the case
Got my fifth of henney and my backwood hold an 8th thankful for another day
Blicky do the speaking I ain't got too much to say
You can be like Rickey if you try to run away
Came back to the block niggas prolly think I'm living wrong
Fuck it, I'm just tryna put my niggas on
Free the guys RIP to all my niggas gone
Tryna change my ways bitch I feel like I done did it all
Imma be in hell but act like I don't sin at all
Chillin with them shooters, you ain't wit it? Then dont get involved
But imma grind rather be depressed in a maybach
My niggas getting locked left and right boy I hate that
Truey, Stevo Kay mak, free em let em stay that
But them my blooders so I know they gonna thug it out
I changed my ways shit I guess they took another route
Lately I been tryna learn what is love about
So much hate was stored inside me but it's running out
Snapping shots if I need to hope you camera ready
Some out to get me so my niggas keep them hammers ready
I'll kill a rapper with this pen boy my hand is steady
The guy you copy probably overdosed on xans already
Since high school I knew I was the guy who could rhyme times two than any nigga that tried to
Streets had me praying for days a opp would slide thru
Ain't change all my dangerous ways but shit I'm tryin to
Since 5'2 I moved like I'm a giant
No talk when I move I move in silence
Look I knew I was the one since like '95 I told y'all this like 90 times
90 niggas yeah that's 90 9's bc over here we fight the ones that be fighting crime
And them niggas the niggas that be plotting on you bc they like ya shine
Fighting Father Time while my niggas fighting time
Shit will never change
Pray for better days
Walk around my hood tell me what you see
They kill and snatch your chain tuck your jewelry
And I ain't praising it bc this ain't cool to me
But I might body ya then be the one to read your eulogy
Lost friendships but everything comes to an end
They say my name in vein but can't get under my skin
We too busy runnin shit we ain't runnin from them
Bitch its BGE ain't no fuckin with them
Had to do the race can't be stuck in the pin
Coulda stayed in the streets but I stuck wit the pen
Barbies on my dick like my government Ken
And if she won't give it up then I'm fuckin her friend
Lane switch
Still here with niggas I came with
Cannot trust no new niggas they be on that snake shit
Fake shit
Fake love straight up to my face
Nigga switching States wasn't sure if I would beat they case
But that ain't the case
Got my fifth of henney and my backwood hold an 8th thankful for another day
Blicky do the speaking I ain't got too much to say
You can be like Rickey if you try to run away
Came back to the block niggas prolly think I'm living wrong
Fuck it, I'm just tryna put my niggas on
Free the guys RIP to all my niggas gone
Tryna change my ways bitch I feel like I done did it all
Imma be in hell but act like I don't sin at all
Chillin with them shooters, you ain't wit it? Then dont get involved
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Writer(s): Bg Peets, Jevon Peets
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