Better Days

It's gonna get better it's bound to get better
(Caesar baby)
(Woo!)
I've been on road, search for better days
I ain't tryna

I've been on the road, search for better days
Plug called my phone and he talking about a raise (Brr!)
Fiend hit my phone, said he want a better grade (The fiend)
I've been on the road, search for better days (Days)
And I ain't tryna link (Nah)
Less I'm getting laid (Facts)
I ain't tryna talk (Nah)
Less I'm getting paid
I've been on the road, search for better days (Days)
Plug called my phone and he talking about a raise (Brr!)
Fiend hit my phone, said he want a better grade
I've been on the road search for better days
I ain't tryna link less I'm getting laid
I ain't tryna talk less I'm getting paid

28 grams I announced my self
Smoking loud, thinking 'bout when I doubt myself
Nobody had my back but I had myself
Ain't Nobody had my back so I backed myself
Moving weight state to state like I'm working out
They don't hit me when I'm working when it's working out
Used to keep the chain tucked now I pull it out
Say she wanna fuck go on pull it out
Show these hoes love they gon treat you like a simp
That's why I got no sympathy I'd rather be a pimp

First they say they love me then they leave me
Why everybody love me when they need me

Spend a rent on a bitch she gon kick you out
Take risks for a nigga he gon sell you out
I got lost brothers but they ain't in a grave
Lot of lost love but y'all know it's fate
A lot of em talk but it's never to my face
Weed to loud had to put it on the DL
Weed to loud had to put it on the scale
Weed to loud its so tough for me to inhale

I've been on the road, search for better days
Plug called my phone and he talking about a raise
Fiend hit my phone, said he want a better grade
I've been on the road on search for better days
I ain't tryna link less I'm getting laid
And I ain't tryna talk less I'm getting paid
I've been on the road, on search for better days
Plug called my phone and he talking about a raise
I ain't tryna link less I'm getting laid
I ain't tryna talk less I'm getting paid
I ain't tryna link less I'm getting laid
I ain't tryna talk less I'm getting paid

I don't do it for the fame
I do it for the art
That's why I keep saying I don't do it for the charts
I was way too worried now my grandmama gone
She's all I think about when I listen to the song
My homie still sipping on a little bit of lean
All I really need is a little bit of green
And when I'm on the wine need a little nicotine
Tryna get my mind off the scary shit I seen

If she bad pull up
I ain't tryna put up
When I'm moving weight I ain't talking bout a pull-up
Going overheads cause I'm tryna put my hood up
Always been the good guy but painted as a villain
Nigga got the merch but I never did the fit in
They know me by the stand out where we started dealing
Feel the shit I'm spitting
The Hardest in the city
The hardest that is spitting
The hardest that is living