PBM - Better Dayz

I been wishin for better days
On the regular
Tryna stack the money
Making profits on the cellular
Millions dreams
But these dreams really ain't enough
Tryna get right for the lord say times up

I could use a dream or a genie or a wish
But in reality I know it wouldn't much of shit
Picture this
A room that was 6 by 6
I was locked in young
Tryna make some me hits
Been tryna show the world
I was built this for shit
Helped a few folks
They ain't what I did
Separated myself
Decided to handle biz
Underestimate me brody
You'll never do it again
Uh
Felt that I lost my way
Lost consistency
And then I lost my faith
Still make moves
So my family straight
How many times
That I really wanted to break
How many times
Did I break down
And really pray
Beg the lord
To keep me on my path
So we straight
I got dreams with caviar
Lobster and steak
I'ma buy my kids a car
On they 16th birthday
Lot on my mind
Lot more my plate
Yeen talking profit Homie
Stay the fuck up out my Way
My kids my motivation
To get paid off
What I say
Miss me like a matador
With the bullshit
Olay
A hungry muhfucka
Takin everybody plate
Always up for the bread
Sleep on my death day
Niggas think they Scarface
Cuz they move a lil shake
I'm Ricky Bobby baby
Watch a nigga really shake & bake

I been wishin for better days
On the regular
Tryna stack the money
Making profits on the cellular
Millions dreams
But these dreams really ain't enough
Tryna get right for the lord say times up

Hold up
World play
That there
Spectacular
Wanna feature me
Then Pay me for the vernacular
It's like I'm playing billiards
With my money
Bitch Rack it up
Dreaming bout trips for days
Where I ain't packing up
Remembered all the times
When I just didn't have enough
Subtracting all the bullshit
Til it started adding up
Niggas slick hating on me
Cuz I had to pass em up

Give me Zar

Gone head boy
Gas me up
Gone head add propane
Numb to the bullshit
Yep Novocain
All my life
All I did was endure pain
Young and black
Tell me bout'
Closed doors mane
Said I'ma take control
And do my own thang
Get it from the muscle
Boy check my last name
Hustle hustle
Yeah I get it from my daddy mane
Mama taught me everything
Bout' this money game

I been wishin for better days
On the regular
Tryna stack the money
Making profits off the cellular
Millions dreams
But these dreams really ain't enough
Tryna get right for the lord say times up

Written by:
Carrington McCormick

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