For the Better
Aye, If I change then I change for the better
No rat I'm getting my cheddar
N downbad now I'm doing way better
Pieces be hitting I feel like Mayweather
She broke my heart I ain't put it together
I'm out of state tryna get to this paper
Get to this paper girl I'll see you later
Hang up my jersey I don't wanna be a player
Opps be quiet got to watch for the haters
Had no drip now I rock different flavors
Ain't ask for favors, my n takers
Talk about hits little bitch I'ma make 'em
Talk about sticks little bitch I'ma break 'em
Said he with the shits he a bitch I shake him
He went and told he fold I hate him
I call up Rowdy he crazy 'bout me
I call Rameik he sliding 'bout me
I know my brodie gon' shoot it for free
He said he want beef little boy we gon' see
She give me brain feel it in my feet
I got my brain stuck up in the streets
No I won't change til' I'm 6 feet deep
You know we gon' slide til' the V on E
Tell them n I'm ready
Move fast, no I can't move steady
New bag got me chasing that fetty
Shawty fine fell in love when she met me
Sometimes it feel like they forget me
I'm on my way to the top if they let me
Men hating on me you know I got many
Come to the money you know I need plenty
Know that's a fact you know that's a fendi
Running man running to them bands bitch you know I need rubber bands
I'ma grown man never take the stand man these n don't understand
Told little shawty I'm hot she just might catch her a tan
Know ET move hot that boy gon' ride with a fan
No rat I'm getting my cheddar
N downbad now I'm doing way better
Pieces be hitting I feel like Mayweather
She broke my heart I ain't put it together
I'm out of state tryna get to this paper
Get to this paper girl I'll see you later
Hang up my jersey I don't wanna be a player
Opps be quiet got to watch for the haters
Had no drip now I rock different flavors
Ain't ask for favors, my n takers
Talk about hits little bitch I'ma make 'em
Talk about sticks little bitch I'ma break 'em
Said he with the shits he a bitch I shake him
He went and told he fold I hate him
I call up Rowdy he crazy 'bout me
I call Rameik he sliding 'bout me
I know my brodie gon' shoot it for free
He said he want beef little boy we gon' see
She give me brain feel it in my feet
I got my brain stuck up in the streets
No I won't change til' I'm 6 feet deep
You know we gon' slide til' the V on E
Tell them n I'm ready
Move fast, no I can't move steady
New bag got me chasing that fetty
Shawty fine fell in love when she met me
Sometimes it feel like they forget me
I'm on my way to the top if they let me
Men hating on me you know I got many
Come to the money you know I need plenty
Know that's a fact you know that's a fendi
Running man running to them bands bitch you know I need rubber bands
I'ma grown man never take the stand man these n don't understand
Told little shawty I'm hot she just might catch her a tan
Know ET move hot that boy gon' ride with a fan
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Writer(s): Emmanuel Trill
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