Better Days Lyrics

Tried to stay my ass out the way the streets called me back

First time my mom seen my work she had a heart attack

Bitches acting like my p.o. "ghost where you at?"

Out on the block bussin traps lemme call you back

Tried to stay my ass out the way the streets called me back

My momma found this work on me and had hard attack

Girl you ain't a nigga po imma call you back

Out

Money on my line I gotta go the streets called me back

I never hold my head down I know there's better days

A nigga try to play me I'm loading glocks and k's

LA always sunny In my city it just rains

I'm stuck in the mix giving beats all of my pain

niggas rather kill me then to let me have this fame

Dickhead it's to late ya bitch still know my name

Tried to go to school but shit won't ever change

I'm married to this shit I can't ever leave this game

I'm buying guns and chains

They think I'm out my brain

Nigga run up on me let this ladder do it's thang

I don't come from shit so you can't tell me shit

These haters don't know shit cause I'm popping lil bitch

Still in the mix I'm just switching up my whips I'm switching up my bitch

Yea I'm on some savage shit

Money got me itching got me on some addictshit

Bitching I'm here to stay ain't on some come and passing shit

Imma get the whole team rich it's bout that time

I could be a genius or I'm fucking out my mind

Sorry to my mom yea ya son is on his grind

If you talking Bullshit then I just don't got the time

Tried to stay my ass out the way the streets called me back

First time my mom seen my work she had a heart attack

Bitches acting like my p.o. " ghost where you at?"

Out on the block bussin traps lemme call you back

Tried to stay my ass out the way the streets called me back

My momma found this work on me and had hard attack

Girl you ain't a nigga po imma call you back

Out

Money on my line I gotta go the streets called me back