Lil Duke - Better Days lyrics
[Hook] I just sit back and I meditate Roll up KK then I levitate, ahah Rest in peace my homie, yeah, he’s in a better place Hard times equal better days, ahah Stack up that money, lil’ n***a, go get it Ain’t worried ’bout losin’, come up, n***a winnin’ Call my lil’ shooter, he strapped with a semi Some of these diamonds on me cost so many Jumped in a Lamb and I jumped in a Bentley All of my n***as they with me not friendly n***as be fakin’, they plottin’, they envy All of these industry n***as some b**hes [Verse 1] I’m a young crack baby born in the 80’s Home of the brave [?] greatest Stay out my city, now stay in the latest Shoppin’ [?] are raisin’, shooters sit low out in Vegas We got some bad b**hes naked Bring all your friends, they gon’ f** all my problems I just might f** up some commas I’m in the brand new Ferarri today Pull up tomorrow hoppin’ out the Wraith Stars in the ceiling like I’m in space I need a bad b**h with me with no waist Mind my own business, I’m tryna get paid Get off your a**, there ain’t no time to waste n***a talk crazy, get shot in your face, aah I got the stick, I don’t play Who thinks they ready to play? Get hit with machete today Let’s hop in the ‘Vette and let’s race Stack up the money, lil’ n***a, go get it I’m countin’ these digits, I’m f**in’ your sister If I f** one then you know he gettin’ it Pack me a lil’ Backwood, I’m pipin’ no Swisher [Hook] I just sit back and I meditate Roll up KK then I levitate, ahah Rest in peace my homie, yeah, he’s in a better place Hard times equal better days, ahah Stack up that money, lil’ n***a, go get it Ain’t worried ’bout losin’, come up, n***a winnin’ Call my lil’ shooter, he strapped with a semi Some of these diamonds on me cost so many Jumped in a Lamb and I jumped in a Bentley All of my n***as they with me not friendly n***as be fakin’, they plottin’, they envy All of these industry n***as some b**hes [Bridge] All of these n***as some b**hes When you got money everybody with ya When you got money everybody with ya When you only look good in pictures Only look good in pictures Got the racks on me, not friendly Got the racks on me I ain’t friendly Cause all they do is envy [Verse 2] Hop in [?] I’m blowin’ on gas like a whistle She s** my dick, call me Mister Not signin’ no deal, b**h, I’m filthy You can’t keep that b**h then I pull up, I take the b**h If it’s not money it don’t make no sense Left in a Lemon pulled back in a Benz Flew out of Paris, I learnt me some French Call for my homies and bring all your friends Lot of rich n***as got money to spend Lots of hundreds I’m in love with Benjs Drop me a deuce and I coupé’d up a Benz Lookin’ for money, not lookin’ for friends Had to stay down and I knew I would win Had a bankroll when I was turnin’ 10 I hit the block and I was gettin’ it in [Hook] I just sit back and I meditate Roll up KK then I levitate, ahah Rest in peace my homie, yeah, he’s in a better place Hard times equal better days, ahah Stack up that money, lil’ n***a, go get it Ain’t worried ’bout losin’, come up, n***a winnin’ Call my lil’ shooter, he strapped with a semi Some of these diamonds on me cost so many Jumped in a Lamb and I jumped in a Bentley All of my n***as they with me not friendly n***as be fakin’, they plottin’, they envy All of these industry n***as some b**hes