Better Days Lyrics

Rest in peace to my brother Baby C

Christian Bailey

You'll always be my brother I'll always love ya

With my brothers man we tryna have some better days

Car full of stolen goods we tryna find a better way

Asking where you get that money think of what you better say

Praying to the lord like we gon need a better play

(Yea) and I ain't riding with no fucking bitches

Snakes in the grass I'm surrounded by these fucking snitches

(Yea) and we be riding out to get the riches

Live it to the fullest till we dead and sleeping with the fishes

Rolling with my brothers you would think we get a death kiss

Breaking into houses some would say we have a death wish

Selling stolen goods so we can buy what the best gets

If they don't think your real best believe they gonna test it

Cops looking and you know they gon know its you

Strapped with a stolen gun you don't want them to notice you

Looking like a criminal don't act like you don't know its true

Wear it on my sleeve when I be running from the boys in blue

I go hit two spots now Im running from two cops

I call em the blue ops I avoid em like two shots

Don't know what the dude gots but he got some shit we can steal

I be rolling with my brothers best believe we keep it real

(Yea) and if you faking you can't roll with us

Homie hit me cuz he always know that Im down to bust

Raised with a code I need to honor all we got is trust

Five brothers robbing together call that a royal flush

With my brothers man we tryna have some better days

Car full of stolen goods we tryna find a better way

Asking where you get that money think of what you better say

Praying to the lord like we gon need a better play

(Yea) and I ain't riding with no fucking bitches

Snakes in the grass I'm surrounded by these fucking snitches

(Yea) and we be riding out to get the riches

Live it to the fullest till we dead and sleeping with the fishes

Bi-polar soldier man Im mentally ill

Smoking cigarettes down and then I pop me a pill

We buying up the drugs we got the cocaine that kills

Puffing on that green goblin tryna make me a mill

Now we got more money more problems but we still robbing

Gonna get more slummy more solum taking more toxins

Feeling more funny give me more options my brain is knocking

Stack me four dummies popping and popping till my heart is dropping Im

Never stopping till I lay in my grave

We living that fast life we got to take it day by day

We living that cash life we always out to get that pay

I don't give a fuck what they thinking do it anyways I

Walk out the house and I leave my momma crying

Bag full of stolen guns my momma really think Im dying

Think that she won't see her son again in a casket he'll be lying

I ain't burried six feet under yet so momma stop your trying

No momma I won't die today day day no no

No momma I won't die today day day no no

With my brothers man we tryna have some better days

Car full of stolen goods we tryna find a better way

Asking where you get that money think of what you better say

Praying to the lord like we gon need a better play

(Yea) and I ain't riding with no fucking bitches

Snakes in the grass I'm surrounded by these fucking snitches

(Yea) and we be riding out to get the riches

Live it to the fullest till we dead and sleeping with the fishes

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