Better Days (feat. Stoney Nelson & Illthought)

My hood seen better days In a drop top Bodies, we going to let them lay Momma on the front porch She going to pray But in the streets It's all a part of the game My hood seen better days In a drop top Bodies, we going to let them lay Momma on the front porch She going to pray But in the streets It's all a part of the game Gunshots fired Brass jingles at the concrete Living in the jungle But we all about our cash see Smoking on the cronic I'm a plug for the plug G Country boy in camo pants The last one that you think about Tops down in the Benz cruising downtown Switch it up, '69 I'm tearing up the group Tires roaring, mudslinging And they're digging in Country boys not singing They're still digging it Stoney's back, hit me up I'm all around the map You just been napping and you woke up Now I'm running back You wish you had the skills I have But you just straight up lax Think about what I said Why you sitting back? In my hood yeah I know we seen better days But I won't be sad, nah, just let it resonate It's White Trash Music Group Bitch we here to stay One more time for the people in the back hey My hood seen better days In a drop top Bodies, we going to let them lay Momma on the front porch She going to pray But in the streets It's all a part of the game My hood seen better days In a drop top Bodies, we going to let them lay Momma on the front porch She going to pray But in the streets It's all a part of the game Beware out here Situations hell of risky Life ain't fair and it's iffy, never pretty She's a bitch and she charges fifty I turn dollar to a dream But I pay commission to my city On a mission but I need a hundred grand Never ask a bitch to hold my hand I don't need your Instagram I can turn a hater to a fan Blank page to a plan I can do it, yes I can Drop them bombs Afghanistan Always faded like I made it, I'm the greatest I ain't playing, shit been crazy Took my finger off the safety I ain't bothered by it lately I just cruise in my Mercedes Want a feature? Got to pay me If you feed me make it gravy You're a male version of a Sarah Palin I'm just spitting fact and I hate to keep them waiting I'm the rap surgeon and the patient Yeah I like inhaling All the weed smoke in the air For the dead homies, for the ones still praying For the dead homies All the shit is for the dead homies Never though you was a bitch homie How you snitch? Rather kill me than call me homie My hood seen better days In a drop top Bodies, we going to let them lay Momma on the front porch She going to pray But in the streets It's all a part of the game My hood seen better days In a drop top Bodies, we going to let them lay Momma on the front porch She going to pray But in the streets It's all a part of the game My hood seen better days In a drop top Bodies, we going to let them lay Momma on the front porch She going to pray But in the streets It's all a part of the game My hood seen better days In a drop top Bodies, we going to let them lay Momma on the front porch She going to pray But in the streets It's all a part of the game