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Better Things

 

Better Things

(álbum: I Changed - 2020)


Harley bike swanging
Brand new coupe, man, the top floor banging (bang)
Nuts still hanging
Mad it out the hometown but I'm still dangerous
Neckpiece, Johnny Dang it
All my soul intact, untainted
Couldn't learn this shit off a trainer
That's a whole lot of jewels there, ain't it?
Diamonds all cut, enough racks
I was cutting off all rats, cuh
Made this much here off of packs
On the Vegas strip betting on black, uh
War wounds but I'm intact
I'm in a better mind state, in fact
They don't wanna see us make our way through the back
Piping up too much, can't even scrap
I pull up on a fuckboy clique
Bodies hit the street, they folding
I was in the CA rolling
You was in the DA trolling
I was on the freeway serving up threeways
Ye ain't even see we holding
Every drug in the book, we sold 'em
Giving young ones the game, we older

Onto, better, onto better things
Never, won a, 'ship got seven rings
Had no, handouts, I did everyting
All of this money, thought I served cocaine straight outta Medellín

All of this money, I'ma need more accounts at Regions (Regions)
Cop two PJ flights, I'm switching up regions (switching up regions)
Damn, I came a long, long way from serving up heaters
Counting my blessings and dodging my demons
Y'all say money ain't a thing, but you got no diamonds
Still tryna block my shine [?]
And the high horse y'all sitting on nose diving
See all the fuck shit y'all cosigning
Hit the beach, boy, with the shell tops
Made two mill off the mailbox
Truth comes out when the veil drops
And I'ma still be on top, still on go
Still in the bank with my chest out
Pussy, y'all still on hoe
Still in the fast lane winning that cash game
Pass y'all twice, y'all still on slow
Took care of my mom, took care of the team
Took care of myself and I still want mo'
Take care of any y'all fuckboys talking that sideways shit
And that's still on bro
Pussy, I'm

Onto, better, onto better things
Never, won a, 'ship got seven rings
Had no, handouts, I did everyting
All of this money, thought I served cocaine straight outta Medellín
Onto, better, onto better things
Never, won a, 'ship got seven rings
Had no, handouts, I did everyting
All of this money, thought I served cocaine straight outta Medellín

feito

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