Better Days

November 15, 2018

"Better Days" -King Mar

Better days, they be salty like better maid/

Look at my pocket for yourself see im hella paid/

Now its time to celebrate/

We eating good over here, only full plates/

Its been a long way coming/

Its been a long wait come in/

Welcome to the rap game/ I'm headed to the top to the summit/

I ain't hiding, I ain't ducking/

I ain't boosting, I ain bluffing/

Whats yo numbers, you aint nothing/

Whats yo worth, bout a hunnit/

U get dropped off,

Knock you top off,

Told em run it,

Whats yo worth, now its nothing/

I’m tired of all of these fakes, im tired of all these lames/

You get what u want, then flake, all of you doing the same/

I’m tired of all of these snakes, they follow, I been knew the game/

Turning to stone they fake, Medusa I cut off they brain/

I been grime, since gaga gogo and bedtime/

I been slime, I been balling since halftime/

What you net to me it's not even half mine/

My FOV is all dollar signs/

Check the CDC, I'm sick wit mines/

I'm sick wit rhymes/

I'm stuck in minds/

On repeat like I'm on rewind/

All little on the twisted side/

But you shall survive/

Cause its always better days/

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