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Better Dayz

 

Better Dayz

(álbum: There You Have It - 2017)


Yeah, yeah
T-H-E-O
Some soul shit, yeah
Soulful, soulful

A lot of niggas pray for whips while hoping to get their cheddar raised
Uh, I'm just praying for better days
They hit the block with Glocks and let berettas spray
Damn, I'm just praying for better days

My older cousin been dabbling in cocaine sniffing
Love him to death but feeling like I can't hang with him
Went to Atlanta to hopefully get some change with him
Woke up the next morning, the nigga chain missing
Oh well, pray for his safety but hardly miss him
Shame that when I make it we can't be Bacardi sipping
'Cause the drugs got that nigga living with a foggy vision
And I'm tryna make a living with mics like Scottie Pippen
So many friends that I'm starting to lose
Praying my crew don't become a party of two
Progression seem tight but like gears on a bike
Boy when you switch up that's when it's hardest to move
'Cause niggas clown Drake for being so sentimental
Least he the same nigga over every instrumental
Niggas spitting raps 'bout pointing gats out tinted windows
Knowing they ain't never owned a pistol

A lot of niggas pray for whips while hoping to get their cheddar raised
Uh, I'm just praying for better days
They hit the block with Glocks and let berettas spray
Damn, I'm just praying for better days

My older cousin been dabbling in cocaine sniffing
We should be headed to new Bugatti lane switching
Instead he banging that neighborhood and gang living
And blow a nigga brains out if they don't bang with him
This the same nigga I ate Captain Crunch with
Neighborhood got him feeling he should pump lift
'Cause it's 60s for life, niggas never jump ship
But'll jump you when off a xan and blunt hits
It's for anybody struggling looking for better blessings
Reminisce to when I was hooping and dropping dimes
Now I ain't carry TECs or no automatic weapons
But we're shooting every day in school, it's Columbine
Damn I'm missing responsibility, never present
As you get older, every mistake is your hardest lesson
Lost 300 dollars fucking with my old bitch
If I did that shit now, a nigga be homeless
So shit, it's so many women love to hate a nigga
Made 'em believe a dream 'til it drove him crazy, nigga
I'm focused on getting better, don't wanna go crazy with him
Like a dollar on a budget, please Lord, save a nigga

Lot of niggas pray for whips while hoping to get their cheddar raised
Uh, I'm just praying for better days
They hit the block with Glocks and let berettas spray
I'm just praying for better days
I wish I could show my cousin a better way
Damn, I'm just praying for better days
Just got stabbed and might be headed to Heaven gates
Uh, I'm just praying for better days

Just got the text, the docs is operating on him
Wish I could say I was shocked to hear the news
'Cause he would often have him a couple bangers on him
And karma like movie trailers, it's always coming soon
Pray for him, hate how he living, but love him and never change on him
Praying he make it so I could create a way for him
But if he don't, I'll be praying on Heaven gates for him
Gotta go harder nigga
I don't need new Lamborghinis or wheel stunting
All I spit is real, the fans gon' feel from it
I will make it, you will know me, you will love it
So much will in these raps you think Uncle Phil love it
Competition lacking, every verse I kill something
Music like old pimples, nigga it's still bumping
We focused on getting bread, my niggas is mil hunting
But still giving that real, these niggas could feel from it

A lot of niggas be praying for whips and to get their cheddar raised
I'm just praying for better days
They hit the block with Glocks and let berettas spray
Uh, I'm just praying for better days
My older cousing been dabbling in cocaine sniffing
I'm just praying for better days
Feeling bad that a nigga can't hang with him
Uh, I'm just praying for better days

Praying for better days
I'm just praying for better days
Praying for better days
It's still some soul shit
Still some soul shit
Feeling bad that a nigga can't hang with' him

We all fight the same fight
It's for every nigga with a 9 to 5 that they don't fuck with'
Every nigga with a relative
And a lifestyle that they don't fuck with it
REASON, I'm just praying for better days

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Ah, what's up girl?
It's yo'... baby daddy
I-I was just playing. I know you don't like when I
Do-Don-Don't call the police again okay, I
Give a nigga a call back, uh, it's been 11 days, umpteen hours

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