Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Better Days, artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 15.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Better Days |
| We live bout the life this ain’t a fairytale |
| 50 percent of my niggas are either dead or in jail |
| I know heaven awaits cuz we are living in hell |
| Just funerals and waits somebody say a prayer |
| Write for the state give my nigga the job |
| Without the facts don’t know if ever this clear |
| With my healthcare ain’t no matters in here |
| 86 is a dog to prescribe a pill |
| They tell me it’s the white man I should fear |
| It’s my own kind doing all the killing here |
| Pain is motivation, trials and tribulations |
| Created a monster now you gotta face him |
| I hold you responsible for these crack babies |
| Niggas stay strong sending all the block crazy |
| Call us maybe took a villains' to raise me |
| Running life didn’t escape me chasing this paper daily |
| Like if I don’t hustle I’ma going to die |
| It’s so fucked up all I can do is wonder why |
| Better days |
| Scratch and scrape for a plate trying to make a wait |
| If you humble in the jungle you become the pray |
| Is this the military of the streets |
| Don’t be a victim either you get there or you leave |
| Better days |
| Scratch and scrape for a plate trying to make a wait |
| If you humble in the jungle you become the pray |
| Is there a heaven for a real nigga like me |
| I’m on a mission homie I ain’t here to sightsee |
| See that’s a gun in your pocket I’m like it might be |
| I don’t give a damn if none of you bitches like me |
| They keep killing us why the fuck we gotta kill each other |
| Agree or don’t disagree even if we don’t feel each other |
| My people are reason my people are being robbed nightly |
| They can’t afford to go out the hood to rob whitey |
| They wish they were lucky enough to have a job like me |
| It’s fucked up they be like you bro been working hard slightly |
| Instant oatmeal for breakfast, lunch and dinner too |
| I know they tired of that shit I know I feel it too |
| Like if I don’t hustle I’ma going to die |
| It’s so fucked up all I can do is wonder why |
| Better days |
| Scratch and scrape for a plate trying to make a wait |
| If you humble in the jungle you become the pray |
| Is this the military of the streets |
| Don’t be a victim either you get there or you leave |
| Better days |
| Scratch and scrape for a plate trying to make a wait |
| If you humble in the jungle you become the pray |
| The rules of engagement the coons and the gangstas |
| Shooters to the shakers jackass to the crankers |
| Keep wanting your chamber |
| If you broken while swinging these treats ain’t planned police ain’t caring |
| For CPS your parents cross paps overdosed on heroin |
| So not even billing it’s so overwhelming a kid with no feeling |
| He’s a soon a dealing man and soon he’ll be killing |
| And we be damned if we gon starve in this bitch |
| Every nigga like we back to stealing cars In this bitch |
| December 25th they robbed Santa Claus in this bitch |
| They get it a dome back with the only way they know how |
| I bet they thought we was planned but I bet they know now |
| This is a stick up so get your ass sat down on the floor now |
| If you give them your duty my people don’t come to your house |
| I’m clueless what you go make me put this gun in your mouth |
| Like if I don’t hustle I’ma going to die |
| It’s so fucked up all I can do is wonder why |
| Better days |
| Scratch and scrape for a plate trying to make a wait |
| If you humble in the jungle you become the pray |
| Is this the military of the streets |
| Don’t be a victim either you get there or you leave |
| Better days |
| Scratch and scrape for a plate trying to make a wait |
| If you humble in the jungle you become the pray |