Better Days

It's gonna get better it's bound to get better (Caesar baby) (Woo!) I've been on road, search for better days I ain't tryna I've been on the road, search for better days Plug called my phone and he talking about a raise (Brr!) Fiend hit my phone, said he want a better grade (The fiend) I've been on the road, search for better days (Days) And I ain't tryna link (Nah) Less I'm getting laid (Facts) I ain't tryna talk (Nah) Less I'm getting paid I've been on the road, search for better days (Days) Plug called my phone and he talking about a raise (Brr!) Fiend hit my phone, said he want a better grade I've been on the road search for better days I ain't tryna link less I'm getting laid I ain't tryna talk less I'm getting paid 28 grams I announced my self Smoking loud, thinking 'bout when I doubt myself Nobody had my back but I had myself Ain't Nobody had my back so I backed myself Moving weight state to state like I'm working out They don't hit me when I'm working when it's working out Used to keep the chain tucked now I pull it out Say she wanna f*ck go on pull it out Show these hoes love they gon treat you like a simp That's why I got no sympathy I'd rather be a pimp First they say they love me then they leave me Why everybody love me when they need me Spend a rent on a bitch she gon kick you out Take risks for a nigga he gon sell you out I got lost brothers but they ain't in a grave Lot of lost love but y'all know it's fate A lot of em talk but it's never to my face Weed to loud had to put it on the DL Weed to loud had to put it on the scale Weed to loud its so tough for me to inhale I've been on the road, search for better days Plug called my phone and he talking about a raise Fiend hit my phone, said he want a better grade I've been on the road on search for better days I ain't tryna link less I'm getting laid And I ain't tryna talk less I'm getting paid I've been on the road, on search for better days Plug called my phone and he talking about a raise I ain't tryna link less I'm getting laid I ain't tryna talk less I'm getting paid I ain't tryna link less I'm getting laid I ain't tryna talk less I'm getting paid I don't do it for the fame I do it for the art That's why I keep saying I don't do it for the charts I was way too worried now my grandmama gone She's all I think about when I listen to the song My homie still sipping on a little bit of lean All I really need is a little bit of green And when I'm on the wine need a little nicotine Tryna get my mind off the scary shit I seen If she bad pull up I ain't tryna put up When I'm moving weight I ain't talking bout a pull-up Going overheads cause I'm tryna put my hood up Always been the good guy but painted as a villain Nigga got the merch but I never did the fit in They know me by the stand out where we started dealing Feel the shit I'm spitting The Hardest in the city The hardest that is spitting The hardest that is living