BETTER THINGS Lyrics

Yeah

Look

Mirwin, what's goin' on?

My bag's so deep only me and God know

I'm ballin' so hard like Rondo

At the top of the key, need the rock like pronto

They don't wanna see me in iso

This Chance on "10 Day" plus my rent's paid

Labels callin', but they can't tempt me

Flow so big league, tough like grizzlies

You dream small so mine you'd envy uh

No, I can never be passive

I got the passion to match it

If they want smoke, look for the ashes

Light up ten beats every day on average

I'm a night owl like Temple uh

Workin' 'til I pop like pimples uh

Rap's hard, but I make it look simple uh

Been on the night shift like Kimmel uh

Set a high bar, don't gotta strain for it

Steal my flow they don't wanna pay for it

One of one like they don't got a name for it

Layaway bars they don't wanna wait for it

Yeah I did this all on my own

I never needed a loan

She said that she wanted a smell of success

I told her to wear my cologne

I put bills on my card, I don't mind

You put bills on your card it declines

It's only right that I'm still pushin' my Focus

Guess we don't got the same drive

My Lord up in heaven, your servant

I pray for those needin' discernment

Shoutout the fake friends, take a break take 10 aye

They don't understand me like cursive

They wanna take my talents and bury 'em

When it comes to these rappers I carry 'em

Oh the competion? I'm not scared of 'em

If we're talkin' numbers, not comparin' 'em

I gotta win, it's just the first quarter

I'll keep fightin', writtin', 'til my life's in order

Yeah you're fairly local with some fake supporters

I got foreign fans, but that's not important like damn

I feel the weight and the pressure

I'm doin' more with less effort (effort)

Puttin' the beat on a stretcher

Got the fans jumpin' like checkers

Wasn't made for the money, the women, or clothes

I'm here for the music, your heart, and your soul

I'll bet on myself, ain't gonna fold

Protectin' my health, but I'm sick like Cole

Been movin' to better things

Like shoppin' for wedding rings

Lookin' back a couple of years ago

This is where I was meant to be

Back from the basement, I got a facelift

Still at my crib, that's apartment 2

I hear them hatin', but I've been changin'

Came a long way from the kid you knew

Lately been runnin' the ads like

I'm closin' up shop on my past life

Going, going, gone, killing every song

On the grind 'til the cash right

This red paper you can't copy

I'm the real thing, you're a proxy so

Y'all can keep runnin' the streets like Rocky

I got a feelin' that no one can stop me

Everybody's got a story

Do you see it?

Believe it?

As we all grow O-L-D

Here's a question for you and me

From dust to dust when my story's told

As the tulips bloom and my body's cold

The question is when it's time to go

Will you be proud of yours when the credits roll?