Doing Better Than Last Year Lyrics

All my friends, they all gone and locked away, locked away

And I don't know the reason why you ran away But I can tell you one thing about it I won't lie

I tried to push my feelings out the way move to the side

I had to tie up my shoelace like mobties You know this world is so cruel, mane, it's filled with lies

I put lotion on my arms, everybody gettin' soft and she gon' blow me like a candle, she fanned out

Oh yeah, this generation 2 faced, I want out, I cannot change, gotta stay the same, I roll out

Ayy, I was on that block hustlin' like Arron Donald And I was bad, I was skippin' school here

Come my moma I wasn't takin' it serious, I wanted commas I was so Oh delirious, I wanted dollars

I seen my first 10 racks, I was so humble I just wanna face all my problems, don't run from it

I was on I-10 in the Mazda a low runner And I kept it real, I'm so solid, I can't fumble

When you start winnin', that's when all haters fade I couldn't see that shit at first, but now I gotta stay away

And all them hoes from back then, now they wanna make a baby I can't go back, I can't change, bae , I finally made a way

Hey, I did it, mama, are you proud of me? Hey, I made it, daddy, can you smile for me

Can you smile for me? And I won't let you go, and I want you to know

I been on my shit and I ain't sittin' on no toilet I been doin' my thang, are you proud of your boy

And I want you to know that I'm thinkin' about you And I always will love you, you know that it's true

And all praise to my God, I done got a kid on the way They gon' make me smile, I can put my feelings away

And I don't wanna die, I just wanna live to see them make it And I'll risk my life if a fuck nigga try to take it

Like, where you goin'? You need to come my way, Like why you actin' so shy and movin' stray

You can stay with me and I promise I won't play And I want you to stay and I don't want you to wait

And I want you in my face, baby girl get on my pace Yeah, this a different type of motor, it go fast like V8

I'm in a fast car, nascar, but I'm goin' slow I stand up tall for my bro, but for you, I'm layin' low

You was callin' my phone, but you know I'm on the road It's gon' take time for to blow, but you know I'm down fasho

I done got in that mode, now they tryin' to see me loose, I done took all them no's and I turned them into O's

She like, mini-mini-mo, she can't choose all the bros here, We stuck in Mobile, tryin' to get more beers

And this is my year, but I don't belong here And I'ma slide for my bro, yeah, if they wanna go there