Better Days

Lyrics

[Intro] ProbeatzProductions [Verse] It's Kay-O, I put my all in it for my set One the opps dead, so bop the cheffers and cop skengs Many hot steps, would of been stressed if it had gone left Could of gone pen, dodged some birds, missed a long stretch Nerds get burst for sitting down on fences Been squeezing, but we still seeking vengeance I see the sense from inside it, outsiders say its senseless Need P's for machines, it's expensive So I hate it when wе lose a tool Give her dough to keep it in hеr home and she don't juice at all When I phone her for a beat, it ain't a booty call Load up, rise this heater, if they're seen, they're due to fall More time I'm in the studio, still run the risk of losing all Since bro died, things have been unusual RIP Shegz, he really glued us all I got taken by jakes, on the day of his funeral Feds saying I been wanted three months, I'm saying I ain't been running I was staying at my house, and they ain't been coming They waited till that date to nab me, just to be fuckery Found some stains and some licks to be studied Might change plates and go look me a body Once you jump in that [?], leave your fear and your worries Slang light & the buj, and then came along robberies First drop I ever robbed, it was hanging Front door popped, then we ran in and bagged it Believe bro, left his phone in the attic Rung the door bell, they let him back in to go and grab it When corn slaps, they hide and they panic Get done bad if we slide and you're static Hear them talk, see them act, but I find that its chattings Put my thoughts into raps, I ain't online ranting First gun I ever saw, was a hand ting First gun we ever got, was a .38 Young days, bro was hitting cunch spots for weeks straight I was trapping in Hackney, from Clapton to Eastway Kept a flicky on me way before the beef came I've never been a stingy one, or a cheapskate Make some cake and split it out, we all need plates Good on my ones, but still always in for team play Put in for my set, and feel no regrets Need more of this bread, might get pealed for your kettle Or Pealed for your Z's How it goes in the fields, it gets ments They don't keep it real on the net They never rid or chilled on the ends But want to tell how they feel on the web Don't get killed for respect Done them drills out the whip But it's a different thrill off a ped Clips get filled up with lead [?] got skill with the skeng Shotguns big, it sits down the leg Get grilled or get cheffed Dodged the bin, and I want them appeals for my friends