Better Days - Gudda Gudda, Tyga

Rollin' with my «yeah so?»

hat to the back

Oh, you ain’t heard 'round town?

Young nigga strapped

Well Mike, if you lose your life it’s no coming back

I’ve seen lots of lies fake smiles behind my back

Bitch check your chitter-chat

Bruise blues and black

Never trust a loud-mouth, mama taught me that

Don’t live the lifestyle, son, if you can’t pay for that

But shit you got to spend the money to get money back

And I hurry to the cash, pictures snap

Sirens flash, fuck an officer with a badge

Let’s see your license motherfucker that I don’t have

Not even half of these niggas have had half of what I had

But I still wish that

If I can leave this place, and just get away

I want to get away (get away)

But I know I see better days

Better days

Better days

After last weekend, I heard some nigga speaking

About some Tyga beef shit

Like oh, when I see him

I live a landslide occur when deers run

By in herds, bitches tweakin'

Forgetting the seasons

Lames not in my lane

Got heat for little Heathens

I rise over them like Christ in A. D

It’s a prayer visual as I murder the spiritual

Walking in hell’s kitchen

Slow bitches standing on they tippy-toes

Sounds like what great things should sound like

Tyga fly though with no kite, vanilla sky

Don’t need a mask this is my disguise

Her eyes saying color is mine

I done seen water cry

Yeah, I’m in search for a better day

I put my mind in the clouds and try and get away

And I know I don’t talk to the Lord much

Cause my mind racing thoughts moving like a tour bus

And niggas hatin', I try not to endure such

Cause the only thing I fear is me and the Lord trust

Everything I speak about, I really mean it nigga

I’m on my hustle I’m a Young Money greedy nigga

Believe it, nigga

It’s a light at the end of the tunnel

If you don’t see it take the scenic, nigga

I remember being broke on several days

Now I’m living out my dreams

Better days