Better Than Love (feat. Curren$y)

I told myself, then I went and proved myself true
Ran it up quick that's the least I owed myself too
Invest in yourself that's how you hold your own wealth
For the love of your kids, that's who you owe yourself to
Dealt a bad hand that's just how my cards were shuffled
Flaws and all, but my scars they call perfection
On defense, this gun'll blow off a large intestine
If the beef sticks, there's extra on your head, no questions
You can't check me I'm awkward, I box lefty now
They should give me a GRAMMY, my tracks heavy now
They mad I'm rich off things they never thought to see
Even when I give them head starts, they can't keep up with me
Built my empire—I see them getting inspired so
Grinding hard so by thirty, I could retire though
But I won't—still spitting that fire past thirty
With a bad one like Cuban Link, she keep me sturdy
You couldn't buy us with all the money in the world
Post in their hood—they wouldn't dare say a word
Every time a body drops, I'm saying hi to a pilot
What foreign car I'm driving? Still haven't decided
I feel these rappers aren't as real as their rhyming
I came from Goodwill fits, heating up ramen
Some succeed just in time—it's all about timing
I lift my wrist—it flashes, yeah, those are the diamonds

There was a chandelier hanging in the dealership
When I saw the whip, I had to cop that quick
Quick trip to the rim shop, Air Force kicks
Sun came out—dropped the top, no bra on this
Bro called the ride raw—he was real sick
That's a shame, don't get tagged as a lame
Hearts follow leaders, all aboard the money train
It's all fun and games—until the shooters came
Windows down, shots rang, lessons taught
But dead men don't learn, not a single thought
I'm sipping champagne, far from hunger pains
Eastside, they know the slang, Chevy gold things
Vintage Mercedes gullwings
Staying low-key, man



Credits
Writer(s): Shante Scott Franklin, Demetrius Rondale Jackson, Bryant Toney
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