Things Could Be Worse

Lyrics

[Intro: Nyck Caution] Yeah Uh [Verse 1: Nyck Caution] Okay, I'm so beyond it From Mill Basin to Coney Island, I'm South Brooklyn's finest I did a lot, but I still gotta top it I guess you cursed with that when you got a habit to polish So I be in the lab workin' like Dexter and Deedee 'Cause you only as good as the last record you dropping I got it, yo, I can't break my promise You dudes be out of pocket So you don't get the time of day or no cash from my wallet Work on your craft 'fore you comment I was in the basement with Trevor and chronic Rappin' under blankets and smokin' some chronic Lower the music because his mom sleepin' But the loud got us here, how fuckin' ironic They called me dumb and obnoxious, now I'm young and iconic Joel Embiid, gotta trust in the process Went from underage drinking Hpnotiq Dreaming 'bout makin' profit Lost some soldiers who was vital to the progress I know they pullin' some strings from above me So I can't let them down, yo, I promise I'm done being modest I'm getting everything and more 'til I'm rotted Just a product of the people who believed in the kid I owe it all to ya Yeah, I'll be the vessel for ya Yeah, I know this game is both a gift and a curse But things could be worse [Chorus: Jake Luttrell] Things could be worse (Yeah) Riding through the rhythms of a gift and a curse Feeling heavensent, watch me lift up the earth Let my words Fall off my tongue Got an angel up above, says go off and run Fill my glass, take a lap, you woke up the son, I'm the one [Verse 2: CJ Fly] Fly I'm from where they buck shots and all the Jamaicans scream Bloodclawt I was one block away when they shot up the bus stop Ain't see one cop, the hood was so hot, and it such shocked Keep a gun cocked or you gonna end up the one popped Seventeen, I was stepping over empty shell cases Crime scenes, yellow tape, I've seen plenty pale faces We stay heated, but we always wondered where this Hell place is Might come off as little harsh, might as well face it This still ain't easy to grasp Connecting with your friends or fam a thing of the past Call and check up on someone, it's a struggle just to do that Just because they just seen you post what you doing on to an app I think that that shit is wack, uh My work will speak for itself, I'm done talking I'll get so off the radar, they gon' be the ones stalking All I ever heard was dog barking and gun sparking But in 2021, I'll be seeing my son walking The person I'm becoming better than the one I was Lost some friends over the years, gave up tryna be a thug Some ain't dead, they still alive, some of them deserve a slug We all got naysayers, you could tell 'em join the club I did it all for ya And you did nothing for me I know this game could be a gift and a curse But things could be worse Things could be worse [Chorus: Jake Luttrell] Things could be worse (Yeah) Riding through the rhythms of a gift and a curse Feeling heavensent, watch me lift up the earth Let my words Fall off my tongue Got an angel up above, says go off and run Fill my glass, take a lap, you woke up the son, I'm the one [Outro: Jake Luttrell] You woke up the son, I'm the— ooh You woke up the son, I'm the— I'm the one