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reason - better dayz lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah
t-h-e-o
some soul sh-t, yeah
soulful, soulful

[chorus 1]
a lot of n-ggas pray for whips while hopin’ to get their cheddar raised
uh, i’m just prayin’ for better days
they hit the block with glocks and let berettas spray
d-mn, i’m just prayin’ for better days

[verse 1]
my older cousin been dabblin’ in cocaine sniffin’
love him to death but feeling like i can’t hang with him
went to atlanta to hopefully get some change with him
woke up the next morning, the n-gga chain missin’
oh well, pray for his safety but hardly miss him
shame that when i make it we can’t be bacardi sippin’
’cause the drugs got that n-gga living with a foggy vision
and i’m tryna make a living with mics like scottie pippen
so many friends that i’m starting to lose
prayin’ my crew don’t become a party of two
progression seem tight but like gears on a bike
boy when you switch up that’s when it’s hardest to move
’cause n-ggas clown drake for being so sentimental
they see the same n-gga over every instrumental
n-ggas spittin’ raps ’bout pointin’ gats out tinted windows
knowin’ they ain’t never owned a pistol

[verse 2]
my older cousin been dabblin’ in cocaine sniffin’
we should be headed to new bugatti lane switchin’
instead he bangin’ that neighborhood and gang livin’
and blow a n-gga brains out if they don’t bang with him
this the same n-gga i ate captain crunch with
neighborhood got him feeling he should pump lift
’cause it’s 60s for life, n-ggas never jump ship
but’ll jump you when off a xan and blunt hits
it’s for anybody strugglin’ lookin’ for better blessings
reminisce to when i was hoopin’ and droppin’ dimes
now i ain’t carry tecs or no automatic weapons
but we’re shootin’ every day in school, it’s columbine
d-mn i’m missin’ responsibility, never present
as you get older, every mistake is your hardest lesson
lost 300 dollars f-ckin’ with my old b-tch
if i did that sh-t now, a n-gga be homeless
so sh-t, it’s so many women love to hate a n-gga
made ’em believe a dream ’til it drove him crazy, n-gga
i’m focused on gettin’ better, don’t wanna go crazy with him
like a dollar on a budget, please lord, save a n-gga

[chorus 2]
lot of n-ggas pray for whips while hopin’ to get their cheddar raised
uh, i’m just prayin’ for better days
they hit the block with glocks and let berettas spray
i’m just prayin’ for better days
i wish i could show my cousin a better way
d-mn, i’m just prayin’ for better days
just got stabbed and might be headed to heaven gates
uh, i’m just prayin’ for better days

[verse 3]
just got the text, the docs is operatin’ on him
wish i could say i was shocked to hear the news
’cause he would often have him a couple bangers on him
and karma like movie trailers, it’s always comin’ soon
pray for him, hate how he livin’ and love him, but never change on him
prayin’ he make it so i could create a way for him
but if he don’t, i’ll be prayin’ on heaven gates for him
gotta go harder n-gga
i don’t need new lamborghinis or wheel stuntin’
all i spit is real, the fans gon’ feel from it
i will make it, you will know me, you will love it
so much will in these raps you think uncle phil love it
compet-tion lackin’, every verse i k!ll something
music like old pimples, n-gga it’s still bumpin’
we focused on gettin’ bread, my n-ggas is mil huntin’
but still givin’ that real, these n-ggas could feel from it

[chorus 2]
a lot of n-ggas be prayin’ for whips and to get their cheddar raised
i’m just prayin’ for better days
they hit the block with glocks and let berettas spray
uh, i’m just prayin’ for better days
my older cousin’ been dabblin’ in cocaine sniffin’
i’m just prayin’ for better days
feeling bad that a n-gga can’t hang with him
uh, i’m just prayin’ for better days

[post-chorus]
prayin’ for better days
i’m just prayin’ for better days
prayin’ for better days
it’s still some soul sh-t
still some soul sh-t
feeling bad that a n-gga can’t hang wit’ him

[outro]
we all fight the same fight
it’s for every n-gga with a 9 to 5 that they don’t f-ck wit’
every n-gga with a relative
and a lifestyle that they don’t f-ck with it
reason, i’m just prayin’ for better days

[skit: answering machine and xian bell]
your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system
at the tone, please record your message
when you’ve finished recording, you may hang up or press “1” for more options
ah, what’s up girl?
it’s yo’… baby daddy
i-i was just playin’. i know you don’t like when i—
do-don-don’t call the police again okay, i—
give a n-gga a call back, uh, it’s been 11 days, umpteen hours

- reason lyrics

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