Better Days (feat. Johntá Austin)

I've done seen some better days before
Feeling like forever was a long time ago
Balancin' highs and the lows
Get your blindfold, only God knows
I've done seen some better days before
Feeling like forever was a long time ago
Balancin' highs and the lows
Get your blindfold, only God knows

Look, twin, don't forget the better days, we been friends since ten
Back then, we told people we cousins, kin
The buses from my school couldn't come to where I live
So my mama used to drop me at your crib
Like 4, maybe 5 AM
I ain't get no good sleep till I was twenty-seven
I used to wear my big bro clothes
He used to let me borrow some of your clothes
I thought that I looked funny in 'em
It's only you and (censored)
Your parents used to treat me like they third son
I'm the first one buckin' on any person
Tryna make you feel hurt or somethin'
You my brother, I murder somethin' for you
Throw that dirty gun into the chattahoochee
You Louis, I be Gucci, we was webbie and boosie with the low fade
Brush my hair for days, still ain't have no waves
Now we talkin' through a window while you in a cage
I'ma come get you when you figure out your day
I was in and out the states, you was rapid on the rage
Had Atlanta goin' crazy, I was packin' out the stage in different places
You hit me, said Cassandra had your baby
The day that Kobe died, I'm at the Grammy's in la
Pray Allah can show you grace and the law stay out the way
But when you caught that other case, I ain't know what your ass was thinking
My momma said to say: You ain't too old to get a spankin'
Still one of her children but she feel like you need to be thankful you still here

I've done seen some better days before (yeah)
Feeling like forever was a long time ago
Balancin' highs and the lows
Get your blindfold, only God knows
I've done seen some better days before
Feeling like forever was a long time ago
Balancin' highs and the lows
Get your blindfold, only God knows

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

Life gets too real, make you you
Life skills you build make you choose (make you choose)
Between old times and new waves (new waves)
Fake friends and real snakes, false knowns and true values
Compute it to see through it, we do it (ooh-ooh)
Take a moment to breathe and achieve through it
Stay free through it 'cause your vision makes me your slave (uh, look)
So I pray for better days (check)

To make it to forever took a very long time
I took every wrong turn, packed a long line
Just for rapping long words
Fuck a net worth, I made a million off of merch
Pay the bills first and then invest in guest verses
Regret shit, the lessons, the blessings, the journey
Agitate the white guilt, explain the black burden
The stresses, the entrance, the exit, the purpose
Praying that we see some better days between worse ones
Nothing's ever perfect but I made it so my mom's ain't working
Off of murkin' instrumentals and there's no coincidence
When I was little, I was very sensitive
Never was talkative, nigga, don't even try and tickle him
Me and my brothers and sistanem slept in the same room
Suffered the same afflictions
See the reflection of a nigga that never liked attention
Don't need acceptance from strangers coming in mentions
I got protection, papa had the right prediction
Said I was destined to be whatever I envisioned
I manifested, blessin' that I made it out the club of twenty-seven
No weapon was formed against me
I formed against the weapon
Tried to stretch 'em but niggas sprintin'
If we don't catch 'em then God'll get 'em then
We ain't gotta get into karma of bein' killer men
But you did in our better days, now I miss my friend

I've done seen some better days before (uh, whoa, shit)
Feeling like forever was a long time ago
I've done seen some better days before
Feeling like forever was long ago, go, no