Better Days 2 (Pain In The Ghetto)
It's a pain in the Ghetto
I'm tryna fight, but something's gotta give
Tired of going on these missions
Stuck off in these trenches
I'm just tryna get a million 'fore
They come and get me
Lot of hate off in my city
I can't fuck with it
It's just me and the niggas I grew up with
If I'm lying, then I'm dying
No cap up in my rap, you niggas slip
My niggas slide
Yeah, somebody gon' die today
No, these niggas better not be outside today
Or they hit it's fucked up where I'm from
You can't fuck around
You better watch your step when
You be in that ground
Fuck it, long live 'em
It's only one way out
You gotta go and get it
And know this shit expensive
Cost a whole brick
Don't get stuck here tryna take your time
Shit get wicked on my side of town
It's a pain in the ghetto
I'm tryna fight, but something's gotta give
I'm built where I can't break, but bitch
I'm done bending
I'm tired of all this sinning
But that's how we living
I'm praying God forgive me
I'm just praying for brighter days
Shit been wicked
I thank God I'm alive today niggas dead
I'm tryna get a million
Tired of going on these missions
I'm tryna leave the trenches 'fore I'm
Stuck off in the system
They shake me, I'll try to change
I just pray these niggas
Don't be outside today or they hit
I know that mama told you
'Bout a thousand times
Careful, shit get wicked on my side of town
We don't fuck around
It's a pain in the ghetto
I'm tryna fight, but something's gotta give
It's kind of crazy, ain't it?
There's pain and love to make you fall on
Too many demons lose to call on
I'm sick of this pain today
I pray to God they don't play today
What I'm holding, I'll spray today
Until they take me away
I done seen a killer rat
I done seen dealers hit the crack
Had my back against the wall
But I ain't never going back
Put my life all on the line
I risked it all for them racks
I paid the price of a real nigga and
It was a hell of a tax
And if you working like I'm working
You can't never relax
I admit it, I'm not perfect, yeah
I'm flawed my past left my scarred
I swear I had it hard
These niggas can't compare to me
They ain't never slept in cars
Only a couple niggas was there for me
And I swear I got 'em all
If you show me that you care for me
I'll die and go to war
I'm having suicidal thoughts
But they can't tell 'cause I'm a star
I'm going too hard drinking this lean
Send up a prayer for your boy
Somebody pray for me
I'm just praying for brighter days
Shit been wicked
I thank God I'm alive today niggas dead
I'm tryna get a million
Tired of going on these missions
I'm tryna leave the trenches 'fore I'm
Stuck off in the system
They shake me, I'll try to change
I just pray these niggas
Don't be outside today or they hit
I know that mama told you
'Bout a thousand times
Careful, shit get wicked on my side of town
We don't fuck around
It's a pain in the ghetto
I'm tryna fight, but something's gotta give
It's kind of crazy, ain't it?
Something gotta give
Gotta get up out of here
I'm tryna fight, but something's gotta give
Tired of going on these missions
Stuck off in these trenches
I'm just tryna get a million 'fore
They come and get me
Lot of hate off in my city
I can't fuck with it
It's just me and the niggas I grew up with
If I'm lying, then I'm dying
No cap up in my rap, you niggas slip
My niggas slide
Yeah, somebody gon' die today
No, these niggas better not be outside today
Or they hit it's fucked up where I'm from
You can't fuck around
You better watch your step when
You be in that ground
Fuck it, long live 'em
It's only one way out
You gotta go and get it
And know this shit expensive
Cost a whole brick
Don't get stuck here tryna take your time
Shit get wicked on my side of town
It's a pain in the ghetto
I'm tryna fight, but something's gotta give
I'm built where I can't break, but bitch
I'm done bending
I'm tired of all this sinning
But that's how we living
I'm praying God forgive me
I'm just praying for brighter days
Shit been wicked
I thank God I'm alive today niggas dead
I'm tryna get a million
Tired of going on these missions
I'm tryna leave the trenches 'fore I'm
Stuck off in the system
They shake me, I'll try to change
I just pray these niggas
Don't be outside today or they hit
I know that mama told you
'Bout a thousand times
Careful, shit get wicked on my side of town
We don't fuck around
It's a pain in the ghetto
I'm tryna fight, but something's gotta give
It's kind of crazy, ain't it?
There's pain and love to make you fall on
Too many demons lose to call on
I'm sick of this pain today
I pray to God they don't play today
What I'm holding, I'll spray today
Until they take me away
I done seen a killer rat
I done seen dealers hit the crack
Had my back against the wall
But I ain't never going back
Put my life all on the line
I risked it all for them racks
I paid the price of a real nigga and
It was a hell of a tax
And if you working like I'm working
You can't never relax
I admit it, I'm not perfect, yeah
I'm flawed my past left my scarred
I swear I had it hard
These niggas can't compare to me
They ain't never slept in cars
Only a couple niggas was there for me
And I swear I got 'em all
If you show me that you care for me
I'll die and go to war
I'm having suicidal thoughts
But they can't tell 'cause I'm a star
I'm going too hard drinking this lean
Send up a prayer for your boy
Somebody pray for me
I'm just praying for brighter days
Shit been wicked
I thank God I'm alive today niggas dead
I'm tryna get a million
Tired of going on these missions
I'm tryna leave the trenches 'fore I'm
Stuck off in the system
They shake me, I'll try to change
I just pray these niggas
Don't be outside today or they hit
I know that mama told you
'Bout a thousand times
Careful, shit get wicked on my side of town
We don't fuck around
It's a pain in the ghetto
I'm tryna fight, but something's gotta give
It's kind of crazy, ain't it?
Something gotta give
Gotta get up out of here
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Writer(s): Marcus R Richard
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