Know Better Lyrics

First off, before I take off, let me just set the record straight

I ain't never been for none when it come to a beef

With a nigga got a soul full of hella hate

Mama told me that I gotta do better if I wanna be something in the world

And it's never late, got me feeling like the whole world watching

Hope a nigga don't make it if I fall, they gon' celebrate

And that's not in the plans

God of talent V, since, God of talent two, nigga, I've been the man

Focused on chasing bags, tryna stack my bands up to the ceiling fan

Slowly slipping, need a hand, might reveal my sins, as God as my minister

It's like since I lost my granddad, I've been dark inside, and so sinister

Heard him take his last breath on the fucking phone on the fucking day he died

Swear to God, it's been a while since I faced a problem that done made a nigga cry

Till we meet again, may he rest where the angels lie, and my soul regret

The judge wouldn't even let me out so a nigga could say goodbye

Y'all heard what went down with your boy EMG?

He shot a gun up on live, he should know better

All in my business and judge what I do and they don't be on shit and they not doing no better

Damn, you done fucked up EMG, you risked your life over pride, on a hoe nigga

Too much potential, too bright of a future to waste it on beef in the streets tryna smoke, niggas

Been through so much, got too far just to stop now

I'm so exhausted, feel like I might drop down

I was a rookie but sit at the top now

Used to be bro, now that nigga a opp now

Same ones be tuckin', they tails wanna pop off

Highway to heaven, your ass can get dropped off

All on my dick, tell a bitch nigga, hop off

Last nigga tested, my G took his top off

Not on my level, I danced with the devil

I buried my feelings and heart with a shovel

I made some mistakes, yeah, I got into trouble

They thoughts and opinions what made me a rebel

Admit it and own it, I don't play the victim

I don't blame the people, I don't blame the system

They watchin', they listen, they all pay attention

They so quick to comment and gossip like bitches

This shit out here real, ain't no fake or

pretending the picture too clear, that's that high definition

That's no television, that's no happy ending

They so quick to judge, but they don't do no different

This shit out here real, ain't no fake or

pretending that picture too clear, that's that high definition

That's no television, that's no happy ending

They so quick to judge, but they don't do no different

They hypocrites, tryna let shit go

Nigga came home, thinking bout some different shit

Everything still the same, ain't nothing changed

Nigga wasn't missing shit

Nigga said I got soft, I been on chill

Better know the differences

As soon as you think it's sweet, nigga pull up and

Start flippin' shit

God of talent V, since God of talent two

Nigga, I've been the man

Focused on chasing bags, tryna stack my bands

Up to the ceiling, fan

Slowly slipping, need a hand

Might reveal my sins, with God as my minister

It's like since I lost my granddad

I've been dark inside, and so sinister

Heard him take his last breath

On the fuckin' phone, on the fuckin' day he died

I swear to God, it's been a while

Since I faced a problem that done made a nigga cry

Till we meet again, may, he rest where the angels lie

My soul regret

The judge wouldn't even let me out

So a nigga could say goodbye