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Listen to Better Days 2 (Pain in the Ghetto) - Single by Blueface & OG Bobby Billions
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blueface
Blueface
Performer
OG Bobby Billions
OG Bobby Billions
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Porter
Jonathan Porter
Lyrics
Deemarc
Deemarc
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Deemarc
Deemarc
Producer

Lyrics

It's a pain in the Ghetto I'm tryna fight, but something's gotta give Tired of going on these missions Stuck off in these trenches I'm just tryna get a million 'fore They come and get me Lot of hate off in my city I can't fuck with it It's just me and the niggas I grew up with If I'm lying, then I'm dying No cap up in my rap, you niggas slip My niggas slide Yeah, somebody gon' die today No, these niggas better not be outside today Or they hit it's fucked up where I'm from You can't fuck around You better watch your step when You be in that ground Fuck it, long live 'em It's only one way out You gotta go and get it And know this shit expensive Cost a whole brick Don't get stuck here tryna take your time Shit get wicked on my side of town It's a pain in the ghetto I'm tryna fight, but something's gotta give I'm built where I can't break, but bitch I'm done bending I'm tired of all this sinning But that's how we living I'm praying God forgive me I'm just praying for brighter days Shit been wicked I thank God I'm alive today niggas dead I'm tryna get a million Tired of going on these missions I'm tryna leave the trenches 'fore I'm Stuck off in the system They shake me, I'll try to change I just pray these niggas Don't be outside today or they hit I know that mama told you 'Bout a thousand times Careful, shit get wicked on my side of town We don't fuck around It's a pain in the ghetto I'm tryna fight, but something's gotta give It's kind of crazy, ain't it? There's pain and love to make you fall on Too many demons lose to call on I'm sick of this pain today I pray to God they don't play today What I'm holding, I'll spray today Until they take me away I done seen a killer rat I done seen dealers hit the crack Had my back against the wall But I ain't never going back Put my life all on the line I risked it all for them racks I paid the price of a real nigga and It was a hell of a tax And if you working like I'm working You can't never relax I admit it, I'm not perfect, yeah I'm flawed my past left my scarred I swear I had it hard These niggas can't compare to me They ain't never slept in cars Only a couple niggas was there for me And I swear I got 'em all If you show me that you care for me I'll die and go to war I'm having suicidal thoughts But they can't tell 'cause I'm a star I'm going too hard drinking this lean Send up a prayer for your boy Somebody pray for me I'm just praying for brighter days Shit been wicked I thank God I'm alive today niggas dead I'm tryna get a million Tired of going on these missions I'm tryna leave the trenches 'fore I'm Stuck off in the system They shake me, I'll try to change I just pray these niggas Don't be outside today or they hit I know that mama told you 'Bout a thousand times Careful, shit get wicked on my side of town We don't fuck around It's a pain in the ghetto I'm tryna fight, but something's gotta give It's kind of crazy, ain't it? Something gotta give Gotta get up out of here
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