| Yeah, yeah
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| Some soul shit, yeah
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| Soulful, soulful
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| A lot of niggas pray for whips while hopin' to get their cheddar raised
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| Uh, I’m just prayin' for better days
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| They hit the block with Glocks and let berettas spray
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| Damn, I’m just prayin' for better days
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| My older cousin been dabblin' in cocaine sniffin'
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| Love him to death but feeling like I can’t hang with him
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| Went to Atlanta to hopefully get some change with him
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| Woke up the next morning, the nigga chain missin'
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| Oh well, pray for his safety but hardly miss him
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| Shame that when I make it we can’t be Bacardi sippin'
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| 'Cause the drugs got that nigga living with a foggy vision
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| And I’m tryna make a living with mics like Scottie Pippen
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| So many friends that I’m starting to lose
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| Prayin' my crew don’t become a party of two
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| Progression seem tight but like gears on a bike
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| Boy when you switch up that’s when it’s hardest to move
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| 'Cause niggas clown Drake for being so sentimental
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| Least he the same nigga over every instrumental
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| Niggas spittin' raps 'bout pointin' gats out tinted windows
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| Knowin' they ain’t never owned a pistol
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| A lot of niggas pray for whips while hopin' to get their cheddar raised
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| Uh, I’m just prayin' for better days
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| They hit the block with Glocks and let berettas spray
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| Damn, I’m just prayin' for better days
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| My older cousin been dabblin' in cocaine sniffin'
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| We should be headed to new Bugatti lane switchin'
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| Instead he bangin' that neighborhood and gang livin'
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| And blow a nigga brains out if they don’t bang with him
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| This the same nigga I ate Captain Crunch with
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| Neighborhood got him feeling he should pump lift
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| 'Cause it’s 60s for life, niggas never jump ship
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| But’ll jump you when off a xan and blunt hits
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| It’s for anybody strugglin' lookin' for better blessings
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| Reminisce to when I was hoopin' and droppin' dimes
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| Now I ain’t carry TECs or no automatic weapons
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| But we’re shootin' every day in school, it’s Columbine
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| Damn I’m missin' responsibility, never present
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| As you get older, every mistake is your hardest lesson
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| Lost 300 dollars fuckin' with my old bitch
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| If I did that shit now, a nigga be homeless
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| So shit, it’s so many women love to hate a nigga
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| Made 'em believe a dream 'til it drove him crazy, nigga
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| I’m focused on gettin' better, don’t wanna go crazy with him
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| Like a dollar on a budget, please Lord, save a nigga
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| Lot of niggas pray for whips while hopin' to get their cheddar raised
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| Uh, I’m just prayin' for better days
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| They hit the block with Glocks and let berettas spray
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| I’m just prayin' for better days
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| I wish I could show my cousin a better way
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| Damn, I’m just prayin' for better days
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| Just got stabbed and might be headed to Heaven gates
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| Uh, I’m just prayin' for better days
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| Just got the text, the docs is operatin' on him
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| Wish I could say I was shocked to hear the news
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| 'Cause he would often have him a couple bangers on him
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| And karma like movie trailers, it’s always comin' soon
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| Pray for him, hate how he livin', but love him and never change on him
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| Prayin' he make it so I could create a way for him
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| But if he don’t, I’ll be prayin' on Heaven gates for him
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| Gotta go harder nigga
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| I don’t need new Lamborghinis or wheel stuntin'
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| All I spit is real, the fans gon' feel from it
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| I will make it, you will know me, you will love it
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| So much will in these raps you think Uncle Phil love it
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| Competition lackin', every verse I kill something
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| Music like old pimples, nigga it’s still bumpin'
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| We focused on gettin' bread, my niggas is mil huntin'
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| But still givin' that real, these niggas could feel from it
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| A lot of niggas be prayin' for whips and to get their cheddar raised
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| I’m just prayin' for better days
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| They hit the block with Glocks and let berettas spray
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| Uh, I’m just prayin' for better days
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| My older cousin' been dabblin' in cocaine sniffin'
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| I’m just prayin' for better days
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| Feeling bad that a nigga can’t hang with him
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| Uh, I’m just prayin' for better days
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| Prayin' for better days
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| I’m just prayin' for better days
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| Prayin' for better days
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| It’s still some soul shit
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| Still some soul shit
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| Feeling bad that a nigga can’t hang wit' him
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| We all fight the same fight
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| It’s for every nigga with a 9 to 5 that they don’t fuck wit'
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| Every nigga with a relative
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| And a lifestyle that they don’t fuck with it
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| REASON, I’m just prayin' for better days
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| At the tone, please record your message
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| When you’ve finished recording, you may hang up or press «1» for more options
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| Ah, what’s up girl?
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| It’s yo'… baby daddy
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| I-I was just playin'. |
| I know you don’t like when I—
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| Do-Don-Don't call the police again okay, I—
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| Give a nigga a call back, uh, it’s been 11 days, umpteen hours |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Better Dayz , by - Reason. Song from the album There You Have It, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп