Correction Lyrics Better Dayz by Xian Bell

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Yeah, yeah
T-H-E-O
Some soul sh*t, yeah
Soulful, soulful

A lot of n***as pray for whips
While hopin' to get their cheddar raised
Uh, I'm just prayin' for better days
They hit the block with Glocks and let berettas spray
Damn, I'm just prayin' for better days

My older cousin been dabblin' in cocaine-sniffin'
Love him to death but feeling like I can't hang with him
Went to Atlanta to hopefully get some change with him
Woke up the next morning, the n***a chain missin'
Oh well, pray for his safety but hardly miss him
Shame that when I make it we can't be Bacardi-sippin'
'Cause the drugs got that n***a living with a foggy vision
And I'm tryna make a living with mics like Scottie Pippen
So many friends that I'm starting to lose
Prayin' my crew don't become a party of two
Progression seem tight but like gears on a bike
Boy, when you switch up, that’s when it's hardest to move
'Cause n***as clown Drake for being so sentimental
'Least he the same n***a over every instrumental
N***as spittin' raps 'bout pointin' gats out tinted windows
Knowin' they ain't never owned a pistol
A lot of n***as pray for nice whips
While hopin' to get their cheddar raised
Uh, I'm just prayin' for better days
They hit the block with Glocks and let berettas spray
Damn, I'm just prayin' for better days

My older cousin been dabblin' in cocaine sniffin'
We should be headed to new-Bugatti lane-switchin'
Instead, he bangin' that neighborhood and gang livin'
And blow a n***a brains out if they don't bang with him
This the same n***a I ate Captain Crunch with
Neighborhood got him feeling he should pump-lift
'Cause it's 60's for life, n***as never jump ship
But'll jump you when off a Xan and blunt hits
It's for anybody strugglin' lookin' for better blessings
Reminisce to when I was hoopin' and droppin' dimes
Now, I ain't carry TECs or no automatic weapons
But we're shootin' every day in school—that's Columbine
Damn, I'm missin' responsibility, never present
As you get older, every mistake is your hardest lesson
Lost three hundred dollars f**kin' with my old b*t*h
If I did that sh*t now, a n***a be homeless
So, sh*t, it's so many women love to hate a n***a
Made 'em believe a dream 'til it drove him crazy, n***a
I'm focused on gettin' better, don't wanna go crazy with him
Like a dollar on a budget, please, Lord, save a n***a
Lot of n***as pray for whips
While hopin' to get their cheddar raised
Uh, I'm just prayin' for better days
They hit the block with Glocks and let berettas spray
I'm just prayin' for better days
I wish I could show my cousin a better way
Damn, I'm just prayin' for better days
Just got stabbed and might be headed to Heaven gates
Uh, I'm just prayin' for better days

Just got the text, the docs is operatin' on him
Wish I could say I was shocked to hear the news
'Cause he would often have him a couple bangers on him
And karma like movie trailers, it's always comin' soon
Pray for him, hate how he livin'
But love him and never change on him
Prayin' he make it so I could create a way for him
But if he don't, I'll be prayin' on Heaven gates for him
Gotta go harder, n***a
I don't need new Lamborghinis or wheel-stuntin'
All I spit is real, the fans gon' feel from it
I will make it, you will know me, you will love it
So much will in these raps, you think Uncle Phil love it
Compet**ion lackin'; every verse, I kill something
Music like old pimples, n***a: It's still bumpin'
We focused on gettin' bread, my n***as is mil'-huntin'
But still givin' that real, these n***as could feel from it
A lot of n***as be prayin' for whips
And to get their cheddar raised
I'm just prayin' for better days
They hit the block with Glocks and let berettas spray
Ugh, I'm just prayin' for better days
My older cousin' been dabblin' in cocaine-sniffin'
I'm just prayin' for better days
Feeling bad that a n***a can't hang with him
Ugh, I'm just prayin' for better days

Prayin' for better days
I'm just prayin' for better days
Prayin' for better days
It's still some soul sh*t
Still some soul sh*t
Feeling bad that a n***a can't hang wit' him

We all fight the same fight
It's for every n***a with a 9-to-5 that they don't f**k with
Every n***a with a relative and a lifestyle that they don't f**k with it
REASON
I'm just prayin' for better days

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Ah, what's up, girl?
It's yo'... baby daddy
I—I was just playin'. I know you don't like when I—
Do-Don-Don't call the police again okay, I—
Give a n***a a call back. Uh, it's been 11 days, umpteen hours

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