Yeah
I need it badly
As bad as rapper wanting pictures of they daddy
As bad as me seeing my bitch with a fatty
As bad as white bitches naming they sons Bradley
Delivered goods with the wrap around baggy
Thirty milligrams straight from the alley
Tough talk never seemed to really have me
Next time tell your boy he needs to at me
Matter fact I took his girl and got her nails done
That day ended with a bed and some handcuffs
And that's true, why you think he wearing manbuns
Former colleague now my main, she a loved one
Ugh, man I thought they really had us
I listened close for opinions like they had one
Two years just to get my life begun
Meanwhile, you all been making twenty grandsons
Woah
Threw my feelings out the window, side to side
Felt the knives in my back, now its ride or die
Now my injuries reserved for a better side
All that's left, is for me to live a better life
I spoke to god he gave me everything
Better money, better people, better silver rings
If I could only say one thing
Awh, man these are better days
