Lyrics Better Days - Lil Duke

I just sit back and I meditate
Roll up KK then I levitate, ahah
Rest in peace my homie, yeah, he's in a better place
Hard times equal better days, ahah
Stack up that money, lil' nigga, go get it
Ain't worried 'bout losin', come up, nigga winnin'
Call my lil' shooter, he strapped with a semi
Some of these diamonds on me cost so many
Jumped in a Lamb and I jumped in a Bentley
All of my niggas they with me not friendly
Niggas be fakin', they plottin', they envy
All of these industry niggas some bitches

I'm a young crack baby born in the 80's
Home of the brave [?] greatest
Stay on my shit, and I stay in the latest
Sharp as a razor, shooters sit low out in Vegas
We got some bad bitches naked
Bring all your friends, they gon' fuck on my partners
I just might fuck up some commas
I'm in the brand new Ferarri today
Pull up tomorrow hoppin' out the Wraith
Stars in the ceiling like I'm in space
I need a bad bitch with me with no waist
Mind my own business, I'm tryna get paid
Get off your ass, there ain't no time to waste
Nigga talk crazy, get shot in your face, aah
I got the stick, I don't play
Who thinks they ready to play?
Get hit with machete today
Let's hop in the 'Vette and let's race
Stack up the money, lil' nigga, go get it
I'm countin' these digits, I'm fuckin' your sister
If I fuck one then you know he gettin' it
Pass me the Backwood, I'm pipin' no Swisher

I just sit back and I meditate
Roll up KK then I levitate, ahah
Rest in peace my homie, yeah, he's in a better place
Hard times equal better days, ahah
Stack up that money, lil' nigga, go get it
Ain't worried 'bout losin', come up, nigga winnin'
Call my lil' shooter, he strapped with a semi
Some of these diamonds on me cost so many
Jumped in a Lamb and I jumped in a Bentley
All of my niggas they with me not friendly
Niggas be fakin', they plottin', they envy
All of these industry niggas some bitches

All of these niggas some bitches
When you got money everybody with ya
When you got money everybody with ya
When you only look good in pictures
Only look good in pictures
Got the racks on me, not friendly
Got the racks on me I ain't friendly
Cause all they do is envy

Hop in the Fisker, I'm blowin' on gas like a whistle
She suck my dick, call me Mister
Not signin' no deal, bitch, I'm filthy
You can't keep that bitch then I pull up, I take the bitch
If it's not money it don't make no sense
Left in a Lemon pulled back in a Benz
Flew out of Paris, I learnt me some French
Call for my homies and bring all your friends
Lot of rich niggas got money to spend
Lots of hundreds I'm in love with Benjs
Drop me a deuce and I coupé'd up a Benz
Lookin' for money, not lookin' for friends
Had to stay down and I knew I would win
Had a bankroll when I was turnin' 10
I hit the block and I was gettin' it in

I just sit back and I meditate
Roll up KK then I levitate, ahah
Rest in peace my homie, yeah, he's in a better place
Hard times equal better days, ahah
Stack up that money, lil' nigga, go get it
Ain't worried 'bout losin', come up, nigga winnin'
Call my lil' shooter, he strapped with a semi
Some of these diamonds on me cost so many
Jumped in a Lamb and I jumped in a Bentley
All of my niggas they with me not friendly
Niggas be fakin', they plottin', they envy
All of these industry niggas some bitches