
Better Things ft. HMoney Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Uh, Reppin' the chain
Sound in my brain
Playing my game
Smoking up on that Mary Jane
Spilling out all of the pain
Whether you real or you fake, depending on if you relate
Determined you got something to say
Listen and speak on my wave
Missing the love in the cave
When you got no one to save
Better be brave
Better behave
Better not hate
Better you manage your fate
Look at my face, look at the tax it's been taking on me
You told me you loved me, but you never stayed
Left you in the past, but those feelings stayed
Think about you when I'm moving this weight
But I ain't hungry, I got a full plate
None of this shit is for fame
You can play all of your games
You can be nice and never retain, any of the information that I gave, like what did I say
Like what does it take
And what is this pain, why is it draining my veins
Hurting my brain, hurting my brain
The skill that it take
To beat all the fakes
To never just break
To always defend your place, this is your home, you stay
This is your court, you play
This is the challenge today
This is the way
This is the way
This is the way
This is the way
This is the way
Sunshine, that right time, I need you on my side
Right hand drive that skyline, we can ride all day and night
Something ain't adding up, your characteristics are flawed
Repetition scarring me with your claws
Like maybe we should really pause
My focus really needed somewhere else
Stacking like cheddar and putting more dubs on my belt
Fuck how you felt
Carry this weight on my back
Bitch I be living in hell
Shit got me tripping, I fell
Tired of this shit, think of myself
Moment I leave, always be hitting my cell
Celly stay ringing, always deleting my past
But I stay getting the cash
Fuck all my haters, I give them a rash
All you little pussies be mad
Glad that I'm me and not you
Think you be missing the point
Second I gave you the money, you lit it on fire
Burning the rubber on my tires
Took all you wanted from me
Thinking you clever, it ain't what you think
Lead you to the path, drowning the sink
It ain't what you think, saving up so I could buy you a ring
The finest, the shiniest thing
Know you be loving your bling
(Now I be saving up for better things)
Yeah
(Saving up for better things)
Yeah
(Make it this way)