Better Days Lyrics - Z-ro

We live bout the life this ain't a fairytale 

50 percent of my niggas are either dead or in jail 

I know heaven awaits cuz we are living in hell 

Just funerals and waits somebody say a prayer 

Write for the state give my nigga the job 

Without the facts don't know if ever this clear 

With my health care ain't no matters in here 

86 is a dog to prescribe a pill 

They tell me it's the white man I should fear 

It's my own kind doing all the killing here 

Pain is motivation trails and tribulations 

Created a monster now you gotta face him 

I hold you responsible for these crack babies 

Niggas stay strong sending all the block crazy 

Call us maybe took a villains to raise me 

Running life didn't escape me chasing this paper daily 

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Like if I don't hustle I'ma going to die 

It's so fucked up all I can do is wonder why 

Better days 

Scratch and scrape for a plate trying to make a wait 

If you humble in the jungle you become the pray 

Is this the military of the streets 

Don't be a victim either you get there or you leave 

Better days 

Scratch and scrape for a plate trying to make a wait 

If you humble in the jungle you become the pray 

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Is there a heaven for a real nigga like me 

I'm on a mission homie I ain't here to sightsee 

See that's a gun in your pocket I'm like it might be 

I don't give a damn if none of you bitches like me 

They keep killing us why the fuck we gotta kill each other 

Agree or don't disagree even if we don't feel each other 

My people are reason my people are being robbed nightly 

They can't afford to go out the hood to rob whitey 

They wish they were lucky enough to have a job like me 

It's fucked up they be like you bro been working hard slightly 

Instant oatmeal for breakfast lunch and dinner too 

I know they tired of that shit I know I feel it too 

Like if I don't hustle I'ma going to die 

It's so fucked up all I can do is wonder why 

Better days 

Scratch and scrape for a plate trying to make a wait 

If you humble in the jungle you become the pray 

Is this the military of the streets 

Don't be a victim either you get there or you leave 

Better days 

Scratch and scrape for a plate trying to make a wait 

If you humble in the jungle you become the pray 

The rules of engagement the coons and the gangstas 

Shooters to the shakers jackass to the crankers 

Keep wanting your chamber 

If you broken while swinging these treats ain't planned police ain't caring 

For CPS your parents cross paps overdosed on heroine 

So not even billing it's so overwhelming a kid with no feeling 

He's a soon a dealing man and soon he'll be killing 

And we be damned if we gon starve in this bitch 

Every nigga like we be stealing cars In this bitch 

December 25th they robbed Santa Claus in this bitch 

They get it an dome back with the only way they know how 

I bet they thought we was planned but I bet they know now 

This is a stick up so get your ass sat down on the floor now 

If you give them your duty my people don't come to your house 

I'm clueless what you go make me put this gun in your mouth 

Like if I don't hustle I'ma going to die 

It's so fucked up all I can do is wonder why 

Better days 

Scratch and scrape for a plate trying to make a wait 

If you humble in the jungle you become the pray 

Is this the military of the streets 

Don't be a victim either you get there or you leave 

Better days 

Scratch and scrape for a plate trying to make a wait 

If you humble in the jungle you become the pray