Lyrics:
know I got the keys (what?)
Who says you’re better than me? (Who?)
Who says you’re better than me? (Who?)
Who says you’re better than me?
You don’t do it
but me
Try not to stress but I got nothing but this beat
But don’t I live to make a difference
Don’t I live to lift you higher
And I know and I know
on their knees)
Wise Man 2: By what name are you calling him?
(Dramatic Holy music)
Mandy: Brian.
Three Wise Men:
We worship you, Oh,
Lookin for these better days
Better days, heyyy! Better days
Got me thinkin bout better days
Better days! Better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days
first got to make me proud
Hey, let me break it down, oh, bless your hearts
Keep talking bout how stressed you are
Better talk about how blessed you
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
dont wanna see me fucked his bitch and I tossed her
Yeah imma toss her out
Bitch its big frosty you should watch ya mouth
I looked up to some dogs
the evil of the money trap me
So when you see me nigga
You better holla at me
Gotta be careful, can't let tha evil of the money trap me
So when you see me
an ass out of you and me
And you still be wondering why there's never some unity
You say you don't even question yourself (you better ask)
Yet out here
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
hey (hey, hey)
Come on, whoa (whoa)
I'm a simple man, I got simple needs
But you're the only kind of trouble for me
I wanna ride side by side
or better
Imma need a million or better
I got some hitters on stand by
That'll make grown man cry
Got them glocks with the red lights
Selling black green tan
dead I'm
Just showing y'all after I
Kill a Dot I got it in for Red (InfaRed)
And if Roc owe me a
Rock that'll get you killed
So you better have my cake
picturing you takin' off your clothes for me
I been literally curvin' all these hoes for you
Daddy told you, better bring your ass home
Cinderella better
tell me bout that ass he seen
Shawty fuck with sounds
Fuch her ultrasound
Pop a couple rounds
Brodie got the mac
Leave his homie nowhere to be found
Then
Wiley
Representing, ain't got the tee on
Today but you know it’s Boy Better know
Okay!
My name's Skepta, also known as H-A-Y
'Cause if I got P’s I'm
I've gotten better
I mean I'm glad you notice
All these rappers
Rapping like hocus pocus
Yeah you got me laughing
Like I'm in a circus
They be yelling
never even finished reading a
Book before if you just got
Offended by that last sentence
You should just stop reading
Close the book and walk away because
need to be free
I can pay for everything that's on you
So everything is on me
Got them girls gone Cindy Lauper, Gaga and a little Blondie
If you
My mind rot like
If I’m in the grave
What you finna do
Is better behave
I’m better
Mind better
What you gonna say
I’m better
Mind better
Better fade
nothing or ask a nigga for nothing.
I went out and got my own ya feel me?
So from me to you, man to man.
Better days ahead my nigga.
Shit, keep
hurts inside
Watchu told me, it hurt my pride
Ive given up it aint worth my time
I coulda done better, I coulda done better
I shoulda done better, I
the pussy apart
Shawty it's on after dark
Step to the mic and now I got ya
call me Young Sinatra
The flow is prominent, hella dominant
On time with it when
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