Better Days

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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 f*ck 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
Hmmm hmmm hmmm yea yea
Hmmm hmmm hmmm yea yea
Hmmm hmmm hmmm yea yea
Hmmm hmmm hmmm yea yea

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