Better Days

I heard these niggas they been speaking on my name
Lately I been been maintaining mybag n getting paid
Rolling cookie in the stu I need more woods for me to face
Got these warrants on mind and how they gonna get slayed

I just broke up wit my ex n I still miss her to
This day

Im sick of tired telling mama imma blow up everyday
Man This shit just needs to happen ion wanna live this way
I'm dodging bullets ima pull it if nigga wanna play
Ima Make sure all my family eat b4 they pass away
N by any means yeah ima statue in my name
Alll these niggas say they got you till they switch up in a day
Even close ones they gon bite u n just slowly fade away
Yeah It's either u gon ride wit me n we gon make these plays
I'm sick n tired of all the struggle we don't have to go thru pain
Sumtimes god gon make it snow n it's my job to make it rain
U can't catch up on my flow I'm taking off just like a plane
Speeding thru that traffic while that sun bounce off my chain

Vvs my diamonds dancing dripping water
Thru my veins

We gon get thru this together we gon make it out this stage
Invest in real estate n have a mansions in the plains
I'm just tryna have sum to remember in my name

I'm spitting facts I'm stating facts yeah I'm just tryna make a change
Came from dirt use what I had to add sum fuel back to that flame
Now I'm out here doing shows n publicizing for the fame
Poppa ask me what I wanna be i wanna change the game
All these rappers buying jewelry but can't even put on gang
I realized on how these niggas act yeah when they Reach tht fame
You gon see me at them Grammys wit my blood as on the stage
This no hooks go read them books yeah u don't wanna love this way
This shit ain't is new to me I pray to god I blow up everyday
It's the ticket to have kids and make sure family okay

Stop shedding tears no pain no fear
Remember sleeping in the rain
Mama I'm scared I'm gonna lose it
I have nothing I'm insane

I'm tryna make up what I did
I'm tryna do it the right way

Poppa I'm sorry for not calling u
I'm tryna get us str8

Ima tell u all my stories
There's a lot for me to say

We gon chop it up I love u
Ion wanna be this way

Balmains on jeans n
that fendi Fit my waist

Dolce kicks I'm supa flee
Yeah You can tell that I got taste

Bet yo bad bitch on her knees
When I walk up in her place

Yeah I dropped out for this rap shit
Only time can tell the way

Bitch I'm bussin This a hit
I hope y'all fucking wit my wave

Young great niggas till the end
I'm posted in that apeway

I go hard for all my brothers we gon make it out the state

Huh, yeah, huh
Angels of time

Huh, yeah
Angels of time