Better Man - T.I.

Life’s a bitch, go and nigga think about it

Never adds up, everytime I think about it

Shawty acts up, everytime we speak about it

Can’t you see girl, I’m trying to be somebody

Never do understand what nigga’s on about

Take a chance, pick the stairs and get it sorted out

Never do understand what nigga’s on about

Take a chance, pick the stairs and get it sorted out

Yeah, never wanted to let the devil in

But his words he spits, so evident

I don’t need no luck, fuck the President

The nigga’s suck, they need better head

Like really Jesus boy, got Maurice’s man

Fuck your feelings, instead they going to reefers

When the sun goes down, seeing next to creatures

Finding demons on my soul, got a couple stitches

[Hook}

Right hand on my chest, I’m going through my plans

Succes, nothing less, I can’t sit on a fence

Right hand on my chest, I’m going through my plans

Succes, nothing less, I can’t sit on a fence

Damn, I need some answers, in a world of thug

In my world the cloud below, which fuck 'em all they can’t extinct us

Damn, I need some answers, in a world of thug

In my world the cloud below, which fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all

Right hand on my chest, I solemnly swear

Reading 'bout the hustle for the future with fiere

The gravity of my offence, talking with god

Help Ceasar a Roman, treat you connected

ever said that I was one of the best

Humble by my hustle, make it by the double

I know that they don’t show us in my life has been a struggle

Man I’m tired of the troubles in my life (life)

Looking for some peace and advice (advice)

Look at the weather even if you on the dry (dry)

It’s no saying, if I don’t understand Mama sorry, but be proud of your son

(proud of your son)

Be proud of your son, never hit a child, cause they left you in the broke

Black man reading a book, it’s who I am

Oh lord please make me a better man

[Hook}

Right hand on my chest, I’m going through my plans

Succes, nothing less, I can’t sit on a fence

Right hand on my chest, I’m going through my plans

Succes, nothing less, I can’t sit on a fence

Damn, I need some answers, in a world of thug

In my world the cloud below, which fuck 'em all they can’t extinct us

Damn, I need some answers, in a world of thug

In my world the cloud below, which fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all

I was on that, in the moment

I’m a grown man, never own man