Lyrics Yxng Bane – Better
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See if I knew better
Then I would do better
We’re praying for better
While we chase better
I pray we do better
I pray we do better
Fallin’ out with my mother and then fallin’ out with my father
Took shit out on my brother, I never felt any weaker, oh yeah, yeah yeah
And she thinks I’ll never get her, she don’t get the bigger picture
Babe I forgot you those nights, that doesn’t mean that I’ll forget you, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
There’s are lot things I’ve seen
There’s a lot of places I’ve been
And they all think I’m living the dream
In my head it’s still a nightmare to sleep
And we been on the road for a week
Gettin’ calls niggas coming for me
On God I put that heat on the streets
On God look what I did for my peeps
Yeah, losing weight
I told you I’m fucking loaded mate
Grinna died one time I cried like a bitch
Trizzy died the next time I saved all my tears
‘Cause Grinna they didn’t come back, the first time I did
Type of way to drive a man mad, then make him quit
I remember when my pops said I make him sick
Then I told my mom I loved her and she didn’t say shit back
Yeah, well I can’t blame ’em, say what I want then finish we were aiming
See us as targets then I start aiming
Whilst all niggas out here and they still aiming
Geo in jail, 8 as well
Ape killed ape, I got sick tales
I’ve been there too so I can tell
Youth, it ain’t a place to be
I’m sick of visiting murder scenes
From young, my since been a murder team
Sometimes I think that it’s karma pulling tricks out her sleeve
Yeah, hmm, only sometimes
See if I knew better
Then I would do better
We’re praying for better
While we chase better
See the place where I grew makes it hard to choose to win but we’re born to lose
I pray we do better
I pray we do better
It’s been a minute since you called, I’m tryna hear «I’m proud of you»
You’re tryna test me if I change, I bet you think I’m not the same
So then I go answer call and now you’re thinking that I change
Without realizing that you was waiting for that anyways, anyways
Bet you think it’s a game
Bet you think I’m rapping for rap sex
Bet you think I’m a stereo type
Well fuck the comments they typing below it’s never to my face
God said I’ma die great
Every move I make is by His grace
Fell in love with money but it’s two faced
So I’ma blow too much before it’s too late
I bet we’ll never make it too late
I bet we’ll never make it too late
That goes both ways
Always
