Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Better Days, artist - Ralo. Date of issue: 25.11.2015
Song language: English
Better Days |
| See, I remember |
| I remember they was sayin' «trays up» when I was locked up |
| Now I gotta whole meal |
| I mean, whole meal |
| They tried to lock me down |
| Instead, I locked it down |
| I came from sellin' them rocks, but look who rockin' now? |
| I don’t weigh 200 pounds, but got 200 pounds |
| The same hoes said fuck me tryna fuck around |
| That lil nigga makin' money, that lil nigga done made it |
| Man, I’m tired of doin' favors, I’m everybody’s favorite |
| Ain’t get our education |
| I was incarcerated |
| Ain’t have a pen and paper |
| I had a pot of Pesos |
| Made the money will save you |
| I ain’t doin' no racin' |
| Fuck being in first place |
| They could never replace me |
| They could never replace me |
| Fuck being in first place |
| They could never replace me |
| The judge ain’t got more money than me |
| Police ain’t did more gunnin' than me |
| Fuck ya bitch once |
| All these bitches want me |
| All these bitches want me |
| Fuck the D. A |
| Tell em bout who run the A |
| Lord, I pray for better days |
| But I can’t put these guns away |
| Lord, I pray for better days |
| But I can’t put these guns away |
| Ever since I got rich, they see that I exist |
| Cause ain’t too many niggas livin' life like this |
| Ain’t too many niggas lived to do the shit we did |
| Moved bricks as a kid |
| Servin' grown men |
| I just parked the Bentley, Bluff |
| We came from 'round the bus |
| They told me never trust |
| I trusted too much |
| Gave my oath to these niggas |
| Gave my heart to these hoes |
| I’m bad at sayin' no |
| They got at my progress |
| I came from the projects |
| Hoppin' out from private jets |
| Jumpin' into Corvettes |
| They told me I wasn’t gon make it |
| But I made it |
| You can’t take it from me |
| Only God can judge me |
| Fuck ya honor |
| I bought my crew more guns than our hands can use |
| But back to school, I’m buyin' all of my kids fancy shoes |
| Just so they can ask what do they parents do |
| Now you wonder how my kids get better pants than you |
| How the hell I’m scared of alligators and they on my feet? |
| Look mama, I’m on TV |
| we held it down |
| You ain’t never let me know |
| All that shit they used to say |
| They’ll never tell me now |
| They don’t treat me like a bug no more, they treat me like the man |
| Bitches beggin' me to do right, but they ain’t write me then |
| When I was sittin' in prison, they ain’t listen or visit |
| They ain’t send me a penny, how could they use it against me? |