Been Better
Oh, woah, oh, oh-oh
How much I taught these niggas, and still learned nothing from me
And I say this respectfully, yeah
We ain't never seen them out in broad day
She won't ever be out up on Broadway
I had lil nigga up, on my face
I ain't ever hearin' what they say
They say, they say
I got this jugg shit my way
My way, my way
How can you love me when you can't tell me 'bout a damn thing?
And I can't help tellin' you I'll give you everything
I gotta cough up all this blood
Knew I was the one
Before eyes even could see
There's some times you just wanna fly away
I just do this shit my way
Yeah I know we had some bad days
Yeah I had some blow some Tecs days
Blow some ass days
In the fast way
Like, it's your cash day
Like, it's your bag day
Screamin' at the phone, pussy bitch was mad
If I waste yo time I waste mine, honestly
And I feel like we could ball, me and my guys never snitch
I done mixed rap, with the rock with the pop, RnB
When you get up with the top dogs, then what they say go
Like, I'ma put my leg down
I wanna put my leg down
Call or text, got my name on they mail
I just wanna sit now
I just wanna bail out, na-na, na-na
I know that my mama teared up
I know I just need to come home, like
I'm doing better
Doing better
Yeah, I probably won't be here for too long
Probably won't be here for too long
Probably won't be here for too long
How much I taught these niggas, and still learned nothing from me
And I say this respectfully, yeah
We ain't never seen them out in broad day
She won't ever be out up on Broadway
I had lil nigga up, on my face
I ain't ever hearin' what they say
They say, they say
I got this jugg shit my way
My way, my way
How can you love me when you can't tell me 'bout a damn thing?
And I can't help tellin' you I'll give you everything
I gotta cough up all this blood
Knew I was the one
Before eyes even could see
There's some times you just wanna fly away
I just do this shit my way
Yeah I know we had some bad days
Yeah I had some blow some Tecs days
Blow some ass days
In the fast way
Like, it's your cash day
Like, it's your bag day
Screamin' at the phone, pussy bitch was mad
If I waste yo time I waste mine, honestly
And I feel like we could ball, me and my guys never snitch
I done mixed rap, with the rock with the pop, RnB
When you get up with the top dogs, then what they say go
Like, I'ma put my leg down
I wanna put my leg down
Call or text, got my name on they mail
I just wanna sit now
I just wanna bail out, na-na, na-na
I know that my mama teared up
I know I just need to come home, like
I'm doing better
Doing better
Yeah, I probably won't be here for too long
Probably won't be here for too long
Probably won't be here for too long
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Writer(s): Izaya Tiji
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