marvel alexander – better days lyrics
[verse 1]
ohhh i love l.a, but godd-mn i miss the corner store
might touch a pistol if i can’t locate some dough
nba street, man you know i made that paper stretch
had the whole team, itching off them d-mn percocet’s
hundred beads, and my man’s told me that they went for ten
that was back then, all the kiddies now they popping xans
for a little fee, man i lay a custy doubter sleep
so i pray, to the sky, ask the lord for better days
uhh, ask the lord for better days
[verse 2]
yeah i’m with the sh-ts
if we talking hits, domestic whips
[?] rips, all my bergen county flossy sh-t
a bunch of n-gg-s in the city don’t never amount to sh-t
i know the town been waiting well motherf-cker yeah this is it
in a [?] if i’m [?] only time i savor it
recording in my mama crib, local rappers on my tip
all my n-gg-s getting high, and i’m tired of getting by
[verse 3]
yeah your boy is hot, f-ck a jump shot
tell the coach that i don’t need that sh-t
they can suck a d-ck (suck a d-ck)
b-tches used to play me, now they play me like i know this kid
and they hit me nonchalant i act like i don’t notice it
gift me with the box like christmas
yeah i had to tell my friends
sh-t was fire, sh-t was flames, think i got to hit again
sh-t was feeling like some b-ttered leather or brand new suede
so i pray, to the sky, thank the lord for better days
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