Better Than Lyrics - Joell Ortiz

Better ThanJoell Ortiz 

Coulda been still up in the hood 

Shakin' up, stickin', stickin' up 

Anyone that would come through [?] 

I was livin' up, middle finger up 

Still don't give a fuck 'bout it man 

It's [?] 

So I'm livin' better now 

Coogi sweater now 

Drop top the Benz 

I'm the man girlfriend 

So when they ask me how I do 

I'm doin better 

I'm doin better than I should 

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I know they all had me counted out 

Gettin' all that illegal money, I would count it out 

In front of a corner bodega, I was down and out 

With a gun on my waist for the haters I would shout it out 

"FUCK THE WORLD!" from the loudest mouth 

And I meant every word of that, and that's without a doubt 

Everyday it would never changed, just the same old thing 

Tryna come up with different ways for me to scrape some change 

Ramen noodles, beef patties from right up the block 

Chicken wings, French fries from the Chinese spot 

Good smoke, plastic cup filled up to the top 

And dice games that I would stick up if I lost a lot 

Say what y'all wanna say that's just how I was 

Before this music popped, I was a different Yaowa cuz 

Like, where you from? Who you know? Where you goin'? 

Thank God that I can flow 

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I daydreamed about this on the stairs 

With good weed smoke cloudin' up the hallway air 

Brown paper bag coverin' the strongest beer 

In my project lobby, now my lobby got a concierge 

I remember all the winters troopin' up the ave 

Snow was everywhere, I'm tryin' not to bust my ass 

Walk the furthest from the curb cause with the luck I had 

That disgusting splash used to soak me when the bus would pass 

Now the bus look like an ant when I'm takin' flight 

And I could turn a boring day into a Vegas night 

From that pint of E&J that I would chase with Sprite 

To them pretty bottles of Rosé on the way with lights 

I fantasized now i'm livin' out my fantasy 

I know them haters mad at me like, "Yo how can this be?" 

I fucked two bad bitches in a row 

Everyday I thank God that I can flow 

Thank God I found heaven yup 

Peace sign, that's me throwin' my blessings up 

Coulda been in that cell, prayin' they let me up 

Daydreamin' 'bout being free, not missin' [?] 

Coulda been six feet, deep in a hole 

Trapped in the game, the devil after my soul 

Coulda been in back of the car traffickin' blow 

But I'm lion-hearted, I found the yellow brick road 

Now it's plenty liquor, singles for these strippers 

Goddamn right if she dime, I'm gon lick her 

Young dope boys they screamin' I'm that nigga 

Ten bad bitches, me and my niggas 

Thinkin' back on my worst days 

Now we sip champagne when we thirsty, hey! 

I guess I'm livin' like I should 

When they ask me how I'm doin, I say, "Better than good" 

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