Better Days (interlude) Songtext
von Vell

Let me tell you what I′ve been through
Huh, look


These niggas out here really snitchin', man they turned to feds
My brother wrote a statement so I wanted dead
10 Years, 2 strikes what the lawyer said
I was lookin′ at a dime, now I'm freshman 10
Summer Jam called my phone like "We need you in
We heard you run the city, you the fuckin' man
Got your favorite rapper callin′ cause he tryna win
And if you lookin′ for some pussy, what you tryna spend?"
Mr. Blow It All what they call me
Forgiatos bright red like some shark meat
Hit the gas accelerate to the top speed
Designer nigga blowin' Benji′s and designer weed
A foreign whip, a foreign bitch, this is out your league
A couple Macs, a couple TECs in my dungaree
This ain't a battle this a pump fake nigga
I′m in your grass, you say quack, you get ducktaped nigga, I'm gone

Ever since they took my brother I was gone
Had to stay strong and move on
So now I sip this Rosé
Everyday I′m prayin' for these better days
Everyday I'm prayin′ for these better days
So now I sip this Rosé
Everyday I′m prayin' for these better days
So now I sip this Rosé