Better Days

He's won a million dollars!

Slidin' back to back, bitch we on that
Playin' in these streets, got his soul snatched
Shot him off his mini-bike, moped, nigga
Seen my daddy make a million off the low hand
Through war lanes, slidin' in the broham
Jheri curl swingin', smokin', listenin' to slow jams
My momma said I'm just like that nigga
Instead I'm slidin' in the G body
Know I got Wally, try to slide, you gon' lose your life lil nigga
On the block with them killers, uh
That's when I feel my best
Where you from nigga? Say it with your chest, uh
You can't beef when you broke, go get a check
Bitch I'm lookin' like a ticket in the set
Self-made milli, uh, cutthroat bullies
Did a couple burpees, got me feelin' like I'm Tookie
Catch a opp slippin' in the 50's, we gon' whoop him
Rap nigga speakin' on my niggas, we gon' book him
Slim called my phone like, "Let's get this money"
He like, "Isaiah need you nigga, that's your lil homie"
No love lost dawg, you the lil brodie
I wash my hands with karma so the devil never hold me, nigga

Some things ain't gon' change, I pray for better days
Someday must change my ways, 'til then I remain the same
Backstreets and alleyways where I learned to get paid
Young nigga just in first grade, fuck school, they just learn to aim

Uh, big gas all in my system, I'm tryna numb the pain
The feds hit my momma house the other day
Politickin' propositions, tryna get my niggas paid
And I'm on probation, I can't even skip to different states, uh
Jazza on my mind, got me losin' sleep
But I gotta get it like fuck what these niggas think
If these niggas trippin', we gon' smoke 'em like nicotine
Applyin' all this pressure got the opp niggas switchin' teams
Ooh, I'm lookin' like a check when I hit the scene
VVS's on my neck got these bitches geeked
Crack baby, bitch I made a livin' out that kitchen sink
Young Notti, if you don't rep the gang, bitch you can't sit with me
Thinkin' millionaire status
Got way too many cars for apartments, need a mansion
Got way too many broads, gotta fuck these hoes in tandems
Ayy, there go lil Joey, they can't stand him

Some things ain't gon' change, I pray for better days
Someday must change my ways, 'til then I remain the same
Backstreets and alleyways where I learned to get paid
Young nigga just in first grade, fuck school, they just learn to aim