Better With Time 2

Who really stopping us now
How they wanna play with some goats
Should be taking the notes on the real and be jotting it down
Still on my shit when I'm walking around
Something about me got cocky
I gave a fuck and then look where it got me
Now it's that double G leather when stomping around

Locked in the glove with a Glock and a pound
One of them ones you the talk of the town
Had to get it back, I'm petty
I can't be too friendly at all when I'm crossing em' out
Lately I'm feeling like Steph and I don't feel no pressure at all
When I'm knocking em' down
Promise that things can get messy
I'm feeling like Messi the way that I'm walking em' down

Who really stopping us now
How they wanna play with some goats
Should be taking the notes on the real and be jotting it down
Still on my shit when I'm walking around
Something about me got cocky
I gave a fuck and then look where it got me
Now it's that double G leather when stomping around

Just need me in a couple of minutes
I promise I'm with it this shit getting out of control
Brothers been locked on a mission
We pushing this shit to the limits to see where it go
Need me the Scat or the Chevy
I'll take me a Hemi
Just something to fuck up the road
Told her that she would regret me, she told me I'm petty
I said that I already know
Man I like to talk in a mic
She like to talk about life
She like to talk about herself
I like to tell her she wrong and she like to think that she right
I'm trying to get out of the city and live near the water
Just somewhere where we got a beach
Fuck it if they got a spot
Might get us a yacht,
Buy everything don't need a lease
Baby stop tripping ain't got no time for it
Bitch can't pay no mind to it
Got way too much on my mind now
But they still can't do it like I do it
Been doing this shit since a youngin
Remember would hang with my cousin and rap on a beat
Now when I hit up my cousin
He sent me a hundred, I sent him back double a week
Like yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy
She throw me her pussy I throw it away
I'm trying to get out of here and get paid
I'm trying to move out the States
Just need me in a couple of seconds
To pull out my weapon I'm sendin about ten at your brain
OG be teaching me since I was a mini-me
How I should clutch it and aim yeah
Just told my dentist by the time that we finish
I'm really gon' go need some gold in my mouth
Bank attendants they ain't fuck with my image
My window's been tinted, I'm smoking them out
Man, who really fucking with Cheeze
Look around like there ain't nothing to see
They love to act like they something they not
AMG, I'm finna fuck up the lot, yeah
Guess it's just something to hate
When it's right in there face
And they know we got better with time
Another hit it's like we running to base
They got nothing to say, they just said it to rhyme
Them boys over there, they could never be mine
Shorty gon' say that she fuck with the vibe
Might move out the crib, I might double the size
Triple the size, triple the rides
Know I can't stop till the ceiling got stars on em
Fuck whoever dealing the cards for me
I just doubled up and went hard on em
New whip hit the gas and I'm gone on em'
New whip if you knew where I'm from
It's a blessing to go on and park in the front
Still told Shorty, I'm not what you want
And you not one of one and you not one of us

Who really stopping us now
How they wanna play with some goats
Should be taking the notes on the real and be jotting it down
Still on my shit when I'm walking around
Something about me got cocky
I gave a fuck and then look where it got me
Now it's that double G leather when stomping around



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Writer(s): Jacob Bouchard, Joseph Brodeur
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