Better Days

Yuh

Golden boy, count-up boy, bitch

I'm that motherfucking ****, ****

Know what I'm saying?

Yuh

I came up from the bottom, ****

I was walking 'round piss-poor ****

**** laughed at a ****

Bitches shinned on a ****

Family ain't believe in a ****

You know what I'm saying?

Homeboys ain't have the dreams I have

They ain't have that shit

They ain't think I'd make it this far, ****

Had to build my team from the ground up, ****, block after block

Brick after brick, ****, you know what I'm saying? Big chicken shit, ****

I'm standing on this shit, ****

Rawest to do this shit, ****, ****

Ay, open up ya eyes, I know you mad, but bitch I made it (Uh)

Colors lighten up in the Benz, bitch I'm faded (Yeah)

Try to tell them **** 'bout my dreams, but they hated (Yeah)

You ain't put them points up on the board (Yeah), you getting traded (Yeah, ****)

Going to get them p's and doctor shop and ****, I'm certified (Yeah)

If he got them things in his house its getting burglarized (Yeah)

My lil' **** ain't fucking with them p's, but he serving pies (Yeah)

'Cause this bitch ain't really for a ****, I can feel the vibe

****, I was a jit, wishing I could fuck on Dej Loaf

I was tryna fuck Alexis Skye, but the stage broke

My lil' **** really up a million 'cause he played broke

Your lil' **** was talking 'bout that money, so, he stayed broke (Damn)

Ran that bitch, I'm rawer than these rappers, they just got more money

****, I was shitting on these **** when I ain't have no money

Cuh, I'm a throw it in they face 'cause I found some money

Multi-task, fucking on this bitch, while I'm counting money

****, I can rap, and I can trap, I'm the fucking G.O.A.T

She said she can fuck, and she can suck, well, put her on the boat

Run that bitch, **** my bag up, so, I'm clearing smoke

****, my diamonds clearer than a bitch, ****, they clean as dope

Double parked the 'Rari, ****, we jumping out like Gotti and 'nem

Goldin really raw then a bitch, so they copy him

What the fuck? That's a helicopter, yeah, that's probably him

Ran that bitch with my wings flapping, ain't no stopping him

Thousand pill, ****, you get a mansion, ****, you living made

Hunnid p's, ****, you living fancy, ****, get a maid

Wake up, live your life to the fullest, **** in the grave

****, my diamonds shinnier than a bitch, for **** throwing shade

Central Florida ****, I'm running this bitch like I'm Yak, ****

Golden real chill, but it ain't shit to get you smacked, ****

Fuck that murder talk, them hoes'll tell ya, "Golden that ****"

****, I dropped my diamonds years ago, let's take it back, ****

All gold gun, I can't tell you what this blicky cost

I got Wingstops everywhere, like I'm Ricky Ross

I'm a fuck the bitch and her friend 'cause I'm really raw

Cuh, he gon' let his dog fall 'cause he really flaw, ****, ****

I'm done