Better Days

Yeah my stack IT got fatter
While my pockets got deeper
And them bitches got badder
I'd lie to your honor
For the sake of my brother
Pray for the mothers
That wake up every day
And know that their child is buried in a grave
Out here working like a slave
Looking forward to them better days
I just wish that you would appreciate

Appreciate all of my time and my company
Tell me what more can one want from me

Tell me what more woah
I been working working working
Got my hands hurting
But I know that I'll hold it down
But I know that I'll hold it down
Hold it down

Drink it straight out the bottle
Médusa head is on my towel
Gucci sandals when I step out the shower
My Balenciaga's are poppin'
I got an outfit strictly for when I'm shopping
My girl said That
My girl said that I need to stop it
Switch from the Range to the Beamer so I don't run up on its mileage
Told you that it's all about timing
Ice on my wrist so now I can freeze time
Tell me what would you sacrifice for your peace of mind or your sanity
Optimistic with a realist mentality
Chasing the bag is the only thing into me
Get the cash
Get it fast
Don't look back
Do the dash
I took a break
And now I'm snapping back
I'm On my bully shit
That so-called hoodlum shit
Pull up and empty clips

Tell me what more
Does a nigga gotta do
I'm way past gone
My success has been overdue for a min
You can come thru and you can really get it
Only time will show how a nigga living
Count up on my digits
Fucking mind my business
Stay away from

Yeah my stack IT got fatter
While my pockets got deeper
And them bitches got badder
I'd lie to your honor
For the sake of my brother
Pray for the mothers
That wake up every day
And know that their child is buried in a grave
Out here working like a slave
Looking forward to them better days
I just wish that you would appreciate



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Johnson
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