Better Times (Prod. By Gum$)

O-T-M-B Only Trust My Brothers Aye Pray for better times Pray for better times Shit be flying by Shit be flying by Time be flying by Like fast times at Ridgemen high Break the quarter down Just to get a nigga right I pray to god that I don’t sin up in my other life Cause the way I’m living is just another sacrifice I remember having nothing Eating bowls of rice They called me a bedroom bum nigga It was only right Had to post up on the East I’m talkin all night I’m serving 10s 20s half’s nigga come right If not I’m gonna rip em with a hot pipe Maybe I’ll just skimp this nigga for a hot price They call me Deeh Aka mr. not nice Mr. f*ck you over if you do it more than twice I lash 10 times harder nigga So f*ck yo life Don’t do construction but we stay with the metal pipes My own blood fucked me over cause I was eating right Guess jealousy took toll on that nigga’s life Always asking for a handout this ain’t price is right You use to eat up in my face when I was thuggin nights Tryin to get off 2 for 5 I had nothing nice Till I stumbled in position that bitch put me right I ain’t fumble I ain’t fuckin up the pitch this time Touchdown on the play Two point conversion time I’m a star baby You just star gazing Wishing on a star But baby you can’t change me Keep it a hundred But I came from a penny In my poncho Pushing that Blanco like Benny Rockin like Lenny They know what my craft is In the trap gettin paper off of plastic Smell it through the baggy They know all my shit gas Audible to play and set him up for some quick cash A real star the feens love me how I do my thang It won’t be long till they know my name We bag chasing Erase your whole future if that Ruger do ya A real shooter like Klay if I bring it to ya Cold story Nothing fake I won’t tell a lie At the bottom get it cheap But we sell it high In a place full of hate they don’t give ya props Real is fake Fake is love Homie make it stop