YN Jay - Better Days lyrics

[Intro] (Marc Boomin, this you?) Man, free Rio, man [Chorus] Every day, I'm praying for them better days Me and my b*tch had to separate I get so high like I elevate I was probably thinking 'bout them M's, they say letter pays Fan sent the money to my P.O. box, they say letter pays Damn, I was just broke, it feel like yesterday I just made a hundred in a week, it took seven days b*tch, I taught myself to ride a bike, you gotta pedal straight I don't need a scale to eyeball, you gotta measure weight I just thought about me at the top, I had to mеditate I just drunk a whole pint of lean, I had to mеdicate I just left my b*tch where she stand, we had to separate I just pulled up in a Transformer, it disintegrate I remember I was feelin' good, now I'm feelin' great [Verse 1] ni**a, you ain't really got no gun, you intimidate I just pulled up in a fast car, it's a getaway If I ever have to catch a body, I'ma get away Even when I put my smile on her, I was feelin' pain Is the love real from the people I ain't see in a while? It ain't been the same Everybody looking, got me feeling strange Everybody really wasn't there, now they there, they want— Want a piece of change You gotta start with yourself, you wanna see the change Young ni**a walkin' through the storm, I ain't see the rain Life sh*t real, gotta win, you can't lose, gotta beat the game Where the fu*k the boss? I defeat the game [Verse 2] Alright, I ain't never go to school, but I still made it out Chillin' on Miami on the beach with my ankles out Got the Gucci slides on with my toes out Seen all my b*tches that I fu*ked in one day, all my hoes out Boy, you havin' baby mama problems, put your clothes out Beat a ni**a ass in the club, punch your nose out I remember days when I thought it was all over, it was all good Havin' shootouts at block parties, it was all hoods Oh, you talkin' 'bout like mixed together? Rolling big dookies in the club, it was all 'Woods I was makin' plays, b*tch, I had to bounce back like basketball Big gun, b*tch go boom like cannonball ni**a tell a story in his raps, why you cappin', dog? I be goin' crazy in the booth, why you snappin', dog? People ain't believe in me, used to tell me, "Why you rappin', dog?" How the fu*k you make it to the top? I was stackin', dog I just hit the yeah with the ah, I was slappin' dog [Chorus] Every day, I'm praying for them better days Me and my b*tch had to separate I get so high like I elevate I was probably thinking 'bout them M's, they say letter pays Fan sent the money to my P.O. box, they say letter pays Damn, I was just broke, it feel like yesterday I just made a hundred in a week, it took seven days b*tch, I taught myself to ride a bike, you gotta pedal straight I don't need a scale to eyeball, you gotta measure weight I just thought about me at the top, I had to meditate I just drunk a whole pint of lean, I had to medicate I just left my b*tch where she stand, we had to separate I just pulled up in a Transformer, it disintegrate I remember I was feelin' good, now I'm feelin' great