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better days - woodboy gee lyrics

[intro]
woodboy gee, man
yeah

[chorus]
i prayed for better days (better days)
i’m a street n*gga, you can see this sh*t up in my face
i ain’t never trippin’ ’bout no b*tches, i can’t tie my lace (i ain’t trippin’)
just counted fifty in a bentley, smokin’ purple haze (just counted fifty)
knew it was in me, i was sellin’ candy in the seventh grade (i was what?)
never buckin’ nothin’, by eleven, i took several fades (never buckin’ nothin’)
mama wasn’t broke, but she wouldn’t spend her money on no j’s (love my mama)
i was catchin’ j’s by the wendy’s and that lil’ pogo place (yeah)
you could see it in my face (yeah)
i prayed for better days

[verse]
i’m a street n*gga, gettin’ money ain’t never nothin’ to me (ain’t never nothin’)
i was droppin’ one and a half, i had buddies runnin’ to me
you ever grinded from a piece and made a k!lling? (yup)
i always kept like forty p’s stashed in my brother’s ceiling
i’m closer to a million, they can’t understand (they can’t understand)
i told my mama i can sell a plate without no hands (told my mama)
i told my daddy unc’ can whip a circ’ without a pan
i told my sister she won’t never drive no minivan (made a promise)
i’m almost rich, my pockets look just like the michelin man (my pockets fat)
we left the beach and i still called my plug and wished for sand (i called my plug)
but now they lined up at my door like i’m the pick*up man (they lined up)
they runnin’ to my truck like i’m the icicle man (ice, ice)
lil’ whoadie clutchin’ on that fire, he just might k!ll a man (lil’ whoadie clutchin’)
i used to keep it cooler than my mama ceiling fan (i kept it cool)
in my traphouse, we break this sh*t down by the milligram (trap)
in my traphouse, me and my brother sold a million grams (we in the trap)
these cubans on my neck weigh up to ’bout a kilogram (yeah)
and i ain’t flexin’, i don’t cap for folks on instagram (i ain’t flexin’)
get in the pot, this sh*t blow up, we call it instant grams (mm)
my brother dash, he a chemist, he the kitchen man (my brother dash)
[chorus]
i prayed for better days
i’m a street n*gga, you can see this sh*t up in my face
i ain’t never trippin’ ’bout no b*tches, i can’t tie my lace
just counted fifty in a bentley, smokin’ purple haze
knew it was in me, i was sellin’ candy in the seventh grade
never buckin’ nothin’, by eleven, i took several fades
mama wasn’t broke, but she wouldn’t spend her money on no j’s
i was catchin’ j’s by the wendy’s and that lil’ pogo place
you could see it in my face
i prayed for better days

- woodboy gee lyrics

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