Better Myself

Yo Flame, where the wok at? Glocks, switches, 9s I had to better myself Block, streets, not mine I had to learn about wealth I had to switch up my style With this auto-tune shit, got a story to tell But they want me to crash out, dissing the dead And they'd rather see me in jail On bro, so I gotta grind all day And I gotta work all week Any funny movement, know I got my tool And that funny shit that you did, I pree They don't think that I see what I see And they thinking I hear what I heard But I'm reading between all the lines And I know how it get when it's time to go eat But they all on the gram Can't look at my eyes, but you wanna shake my hand When I seen them, they ran Looked them in the eyes, but nobody shook no hand And I know I'm the man Like, I took a right when I seen bullets on my left I was looking like damn Nobody was out there for me I had to do this shit all by myself Glocks, switches, 9s I had to better myself Block, streets, not mine I had to learn about wealth I had to switch up my style With this auto-tune shit, got a story to tell But they want me to crash out, dissing the dead And they'd rather see me in jail On bro, so I gotta grind all day And I gotta work all week Any funny movement, know I got my tool And that funny shit that you did, I pree They don't think that I see what I see And they thinking I hear what I heard But I'm reading between all the lines And I know how it get when it's time to go eat But they all on the gram