Better Days (feat. BIGBOSSC4)
Really hope these days start to get better I prepared for worse
Real stand up guy dealt wit pain it's like ah family curse
Brothers right on side do it for the fam we call it family first
Missin all those gone makin these songs that shit forever hurt
I know shit went wrong make it right I know I used to try
Back when we was chillin never thought ah day that you would die
So immune to pain I can't even say I used to cry
Know I give out love that I don't get my heart I utilize
Pray for better days I'm tired of seeing all these blue faces
The only blue face I wanna see is on my paper
To many dead faces, ain't no more dream chasing
The only thing I wanna see dead is presidents
I rock Palm Angels cuz I know God got me I'm heaven sent
I be with my Niggas just like a gun we stay attached
Product of my environment seen some shit I had to adapt
Stay down to you come up Nigga I'm getting tired of this trap
Do you know how many times I took an L lost it all and got back
Back in 2012 I ain't have a dollar to my name
Now it's 2012 for these shoes I got on foe nem grave
I'm a father to these niggas I swear to god I paved the way
I love my money all pretty I swear to god I call it Tyra Banks
Really hope these days start to get better I prepared for worse
Real stand up guy dealt wit pain it's like ah family curse
Brothers right on side do it for the fam we call it family first
Missin all those gone makin these songs that shit forever hurt
I know shit went wrong make it right I know I used to try
Back when we was chillin never thought ah day that you would die
So immune to pain I can't even say I used to cry
Know I give out love that I don't get my heart I utilize
These better days coming i call feel it in my stomach
These young niggas got no guidance get to blowing like a trumpet
I'm not perfect but I promise I'll be real
Wounded memories I think I had no time to try and heal
5 he coming in the clutch think he Giannis how he always up a buck
Niggas and bitches always lying ask me if I give a fuck
My heart is stuck I need the right one to go and show me love
Real niggas always lose I think I'm the only one
Pray for better days Cause it's coming
I tell my momma everything to her keep it a hunnid
Tossing and turning in my bed these demons got me tussling
Think I'm scared of my problems cause I'm always running
Pray for better days
Pray for better days
Pray for better days
Man I'm praying for better days
Came a long way for them apartments man I'm tryna make a way make it out the hood I just need my momma to be okay
Real stand up guy dealt wit pain it's like ah family curse
Brothers right on side do it for the fam we call it family first
Missin all those gone makin these songs that shit forever hurt
I know shit went wrong make it right I know I used to try
Back when we was chillin never thought ah day that you would die
So immune to pain I can't even say I used to cry
Know I give out love that I don't get my heart I utilize
Pray for better days I'm tired of seeing all these blue faces
The only blue face I wanna see is on my paper
To many dead faces, ain't no more dream chasing
The only thing I wanna see dead is presidents
I rock Palm Angels cuz I know God got me I'm heaven sent
I be with my Niggas just like a gun we stay attached
Product of my environment seen some shit I had to adapt
Stay down to you come up Nigga I'm getting tired of this trap
Do you know how many times I took an L lost it all and got back
Back in 2012 I ain't have a dollar to my name
Now it's 2012 for these shoes I got on foe nem grave
I'm a father to these niggas I swear to god I paved the way
I love my money all pretty I swear to god I call it Tyra Banks
Really hope these days start to get better I prepared for worse
Real stand up guy dealt wit pain it's like ah family curse
Brothers right on side do it for the fam we call it family first
Missin all those gone makin these songs that shit forever hurt
I know shit went wrong make it right I know I used to try
Back when we was chillin never thought ah day that you would die
So immune to pain I can't even say I used to cry
Know I give out love that I don't get my heart I utilize
These better days coming i call feel it in my stomach
These young niggas got no guidance get to blowing like a trumpet
I'm not perfect but I promise I'll be real
Wounded memories I think I had no time to try and heal
5 he coming in the clutch think he Giannis how he always up a buck
Niggas and bitches always lying ask me if I give a fuck
My heart is stuck I need the right one to go and show me love
Real niggas always lose I think I'm the only one
Pray for better days Cause it's coming
I tell my momma everything to her keep it a hunnid
Tossing and turning in my bed these demons got me tussling
Think I'm scared of my problems cause I'm always running
Pray for better days
Pray for better days
Pray for better days
Man I'm praying for better days
Came a long way for them apartments man I'm tryna make a way make it out the hood I just need my momma to be okay
Credits
Writer(s): Avantae Leflore
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