Better Days
You know savage got feelings too right
Pain will make it slap for ya
They say the fame and the money take my friends away
I felt the fake shit from the start some shit that I don't play
I know I'm good I know I'm straight I pray for better days
I got sum shit pressed in my chest sum shit that I don't say
Like how I'm feeling where I'm coming from I'm bout to blow
Like how the fuck I'm supposed to trust some shit that I don't know
I swear I didn't wanna fuck and then still be alone
But I feel feelings only for the ones that wanna show
Like where the loyalty I swear I need some
And time to time I don't know why I question day ones
I'm lookin for it I swear I ain't had no real love
And if you feel like you got it then baby show me some
I swear I got a cold heart but it's still love in the air
I tell myself don't fall again it ain't no love
don't u dare
Cuz bitches talk that shit and front but wanna act like they care
And niggas say they down to ride but they don't do shit but stare
I swear I'm tired of the pussy fit and fuckery
I'm seein niggas ain't real so please don't fuck with me
You cross me once I tell my young niggas go rob em please
You see I'm blessed but I'm sinnin don't show no sympathy
They say the fame and the money take my friends away
I felt the fake shit from the start some shit that I don't play
I know I'm good I know I'm straight I pray for better days
I got sum shit pressed in my chest sum shit that I don't say
They say the fame and the money take my friends away
I felt the fake shit from the start some shit that I don't play
I know I'm good I know I'm straight I pray for better days
I got sum shit pressed in my chest sum shit that I don't say
You know that it won't get to me
I'm workin out but mentally
I'm thinkin bout my next move can't lose don't know what's into me
The grind is like a hustle
I hustle and I grind
Admit I wanna learn about yo love but I ain't got time
I crush my shit up
Roll up a blunt and burn it up
Done waistin my time overly focused now it's up uh
I swear its up uh
They say the fame and the money take my friends away
I felt the fake shit from the start some shit that I don't play
I know I'm good I know I'm straight I pray for better days
I got sum shit pressed in my chest sum shit that I don't say
They say the fame and the money take my friends away
I felt the fake shit from the start some shit that I don't play
I know I'm good I know I'm straight I pray for better days
I got sum shit pressed in my chest sum shit that I don't say
Don't say
Pain will make it slap for ya
They say the fame and the money take my friends away
I felt the fake shit from the start some shit that I don't play
I know I'm good I know I'm straight I pray for better days
I got sum shit pressed in my chest sum shit that I don't say
Like how I'm feeling where I'm coming from I'm bout to blow
Like how the fuck I'm supposed to trust some shit that I don't know
I swear I didn't wanna fuck and then still be alone
But I feel feelings only for the ones that wanna show
Like where the loyalty I swear I need some
And time to time I don't know why I question day ones
I'm lookin for it I swear I ain't had no real love
And if you feel like you got it then baby show me some
I swear I got a cold heart but it's still love in the air
I tell myself don't fall again it ain't no love
don't u dare
Cuz bitches talk that shit and front but wanna act like they care
And niggas say they down to ride but they don't do shit but stare
I swear I'm tired of the pussy fit and fuckery
I'm seein niggas ain't real so please don't fuck with me
You cross me once I tell my young niggas go rob em please
You see I'm blessed but I'm sinnin don't show no sympathy
They say the fame and the money take my friends away
I felt the fake shit from the start some shit that I don't play
I know I'm good I know I'm straight I pray for better days
I got sum shit pressed in my chest sum shit that I don't say
They say the fame and the money take my friends away
I felt the fake shit from the start some shit that I don't play
I know I'm good I know I'm straight I pray for better days
I got sum shit pressed in my chest sum shit that I don't say
You know that it won't get to me
I'm workin out but mentally
I'm thinkin bout my next move can't lose don't know what's into me
The grind is like a hustle
I hustle and I grind
Admit I wanna learn about yo love but I ain't got time
I crush my shit up
Roll up a blunt and burn it up
Done waistin my time overly focused now it's up uh
I swear its up uh
They say the fame and the money take my friends away
I felt the fake shit from the start some shit that I don't play
I know I'm good I know I'm straight I pray for better days
I got sum shit pressed in my chest sum shit that I don't say
They say the fame and the money take my friends away
I felt the fake shit from the start some shit that I don't play
I know I'm good I know I'm straight I pray for better days
I got sum shit pressed in my chest sum shit that I don't say
Don't say
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Writer(s): Kinte Hogan
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