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trae tha truth - better dayz lyrics

[chorus: t.i.]
stayin’ alive sometimes hard work, today
you got a problem, go to god first and pray
that won’t he do it, it could always be worse
every day a good day, when he above the dirt
another day, another bill that i have to pay
the weed man said he was five minutes away
and that was yesterday
but it could always be worse
every day a good day when he above the dirt
[verse 1: rara]
i had young thot givin’ me top, sittin’ in a hotbox
i was 14 years old workin’ the duwop
all eyes on me, n-gga, thought i was 2pac
f-cked the wrong young n-gga’ girl, i need two glocks
tryna’ ride drop-top ville, for the summertime
young n-gga put in work, i had a hundred grand
lot of n-ggas pack up leave, streetlights on
where the f-ck was i gon’ go? i had no home
asked my partner, “can i come over? sleep on the sofa?”
had to get out grandma crib, i’m no pushover
treat a n-gga like i’m a orphan
fussin & arguin
so i need everything that i own, don’t do no bargain
jumped up out the porch, and fell in love with drugs
it was what it was, of course, i’m just a thug
had to skip them boy’s and girls find me a plug
i want big ol’ diamonds, and minks, all the allures

[chorus: t.i.]
stayin’ alive sometimes hard work, today
you got a problem, go to god first and pray
that won’t he do it, it could always be worse
every day a good day, when you above the dirt
another day, another bill that i have to pay
the weed man said he was five minutes away
and that was yesterday
but it could always be worse
every day a good day when you above the dirt
remember that

[verse 2: trae tha truth]
day for day, dealin’ with struggles, i’m nothing new to
prayin’ i could see somethin’ better, only a few do
dreams of pullin’ up something foreign, i’m in a who do
solo on the block sweatin’ bullets, it’s what i’m used to
pride hit me, all in my feelings, lookin’ at n-ggas win
“how the f-ck the truth gon’ make it?”
i’m movin’ 3 for 10’s
lookin’ like i’m homeless and broke
i’m d-mn-near out of wind
aggravated, caught me a robbery, headed to the pen
feeling like my life hit bottom, it can’t go no less
lost my re-up runnin’ from laws, like, “what the f-ck next?”
trappin full-time with work, but ain’t got no checks
what the f-ck do i got to show? other than more stress
older brother stuck in a cell, tellin’ me give ’em h-ll
he ain’t have the money for bail, i’m back to work the scale
told me i should think about rappin’
i told him, “time will tell”
for now lil bro was reppin’ the block
so they would find the smell

- trae tha truth lyrics

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