betta dayz

Hope for better days, when will they come? Put the metal to the metal just to get this cheddar Until days get better, until things get better, until days get better, I'ma work with what I got I made a whole lot of something out of little next to nothing, but it don't mean nothing If I don't amount to something gotta grind on the daily just to feed my fuckin' stomach Betty Crocker, baked these pies, flip deez cakes, keep'em comin but the block is on fire, gotta find a new hustle So I grabbed me a pen, picked it up, and gave it muscle, reciting my life in between the lines Hood life and street crimes, now I'm on a paper chase. Soon erasing those that hatin these Gorillas into microphone killers, pushing, CDs, light green, now I'm serving every fein What I got is what you need. Hope for better days, when will they come Hope for better days, when will they come? Put the metal to the metal just to get this cheddar Until days get better, until things get better, until days get better, I'ma work with what I got Imma work with what I got, hopefully I don't get shot, cause my lyrics stay hot, and my block stay hot I got this pen, I got this pad, I lost unc, I lost dad. Why it's hurting so bad? Why I'm kurkin cause I'm mad Praying for better days, staying for cheddar days, no bread baretta days, more bread, better days What people don't understand, it's a one sided plan, the system wanna kill you, your mother and your man Goddamn, the streets is a trap for real, that's why we tote this still, like it's a joke for real I'm like kill, smash the gas in the 86 box, with these hoes in my socks, fucking back to pumping rocks