Better
Yeaaa
Ohhh
Yeeeaaahh
Ohhhhh
It's gon get harder right before it get better
I'd be lying if said that I trust ya
Streets cold as hell you go need more than yo sweater
My dawg ain't gangsta but he clutching Barrettas
Keep tryna tell em they ain't doin nun special
We fighting demons and devils
I right my wrongs but still know karma will get you
I'm from where them niggas try to blow you like whistles
Wiping noses no tissues
You hear them shots they shootings rockets and missles
You asking why and that shit feel like a riddle
You tryna breathe but damn you stucc in the middle
You popping seals that shit go Fucc with yo liver
They ain't heard of morales you know I run with some sinners
You my day one why would I let niggas get you
You who I go to when I think what we lived through
If you know me then you know who essential
We just ain't cool why would I beef with my sister
You come around me then you gotta be careful
If I Fucc with you then I might add you on schedule
If I can see some potential
You asking me about some shit confidential
You gotta keep it suspenseful they tryna get em a earful
Niggas be acting judgemental
They ain't felt half what you been through
Some niggas close but only close as u let em
it's gon get harder before it get better
it's gon get harder for it get any better
It's gon get harder for it get better
I'd be lying if said I trust ya
Streets cold as hell you go need more than a sweater
My dawg ain't gangsta but he clutching Barrettas
Keep tryna tell em they ain't doin nun special
Ohhh
Yeeeaaahh
Ohhhhh
It's gon get harder right before it get better
I'd be lying if said that I trust ya
Streets cold as hell you go need more than yo sweater
My dawg ain't gangsta but he clutching Barrettas
Keep tryna tell em they ain't doin nun special
We fighting demons and devils
I right my wrongs but still know karma will get you
I'm from where them niggas try to blow you like whistles
Wiping noses no tissues
You hear them shots they shootings rockets and missles
You asking why and that shit feel like a riddle
You tryna breathe but damn you stucc in the middle
You popping seals that shit go Fucc with yo liver
They ain't heard of morales you know I run with some sinners
You my day one why would I let niggas get you
You who I go to when I think what we lived through
If you know me then you know who essential
We just ain't cool why would I beef with my sister
You come around me then you gotta be careful
If I Fucc with you then I might add you on schedule
If I can see some potential
You asking me about some shit confidential
You gotta keep it suspenseful they tryna get em a earful
Niggas be acting judgemental
They ain't felt half what you been through
Some niggas close but only close as u let em
it's gon get harder before it get better
it's gon get harder for it get any better
It's gon get harder for it get better
I'd be lying if said I trust ya
Streets cold as hell you go need more than a sweater
My dawg ain't gangsta but he clutching Barrettas
Keep tryna tell em they ain't doin nun special
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Writer(s): Tyjuan Jackson
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