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letra de better dayz - lil bibby

produced by c-sick

[verse 1: lil bibby]
they say i’m from a place where n-ggas don’t make it out
best thing to do is get your cake and bounce
word around town, bucks made it now
but i’mma go hard til they take me out
and i’m ridin’ with them goons cause the goons gone shoot
think white shawn don’t want a new coupe
if a n-gga was a threat then that boy’ll be through
twenty on his head, what the f-ck he gone do?
i ain’t duckin’ no action, i ain’t just rappin’
young n-ggas clapping, we can make it happen
learned mathematics, from f-cking with crack addicts
was gone for a minute now a n-gga back at it
i k!ll for the dough, still kick it though
still got smoke and it’s still for the low
in the field with the sh-t, i’m still with the sh-t
n-ggas know bibby, i’m as real as it get

[interlude]
hold up
(bibby what’s up bro?)
n-ggas round here talk crazy bout what they’ll do to a motherf-cker
(like what?)
you think i’m worried about a n-gga man?
we got more choppers (check), more lawyers (yup), and i’ll die bout my sh-t

[verse 2: lil herb]
i’m from a city where they forever hate
young n-gga wanna see better days
lotta nights i coulda seen heaven gates
god stay with me but i never pray
i keep my gun on me, i ain’t never safe
and i’mma let it spray naw i won’t hesitate
eating meals with the steel cause it’s real in the field
b-tch it’s k!ll or be k!lled, i don’t live a better way
without a doubt i go hard for my n-ggas
roc block, kobe squad them my n-ggas
and yea i got an open heart for my n-ggas
still gotta keep a glock for my n-ggas
can’t stop em once you startup my n-ggas
gettin’ money, f-ckin’ starts with my n-ggas
they ain’t tryna play the part of my n-ggas
then i might have to depart from my n-ggas

[interlude]
look it’s like what’s best for everybody else ain’t always whats best for you my man. can’t hand feed no sharks n-gga. still never leave my brothers though

[verse 3: lil bibby + lil herb]
young n-gga so sick, need a check up
on the road, bibby tryna run a check up
gettin’ money, all these hoes wanna s-x us
n-gga out of town, still throwin’ sets up
use your head ‘fore i leave it on the curb
this real talk, this is not just some words
n-ggas sneak dissin’? man that n-gga got nerves
had to call to the city, check up on my n-gga herb like
what up bucks? i’m ridin’ over east with it on me
i still gotta look to my left and my right
n-ggas want me to sleep by my lonely
i’m riding and smoking and thinking
i’m only 19 but i feel like a grown-up
aye lil bibby look at the mess that we madeall these other mcs tryna clone us
ain’t that a b-tch
in my face, on my d-ck
big face on my wrist sh-t be makin’ ’em sick
start hatin’ and sh-t
man i think they just wanna see a n-gga trip
then i had a thought right when i was bout to flip
gotta calm down, let me hit my n-gga tip like

- lil bibby

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