[Verse 1]

Yeah

I need it badly

As bad as rapper wanting pictures of they daddy

As bad as me seeing my bitch with a fatty

As bad as white bitches naming they sons Bradley

Delivered goods with the wrap around baggy

Thirty milligrams straight from the alley

Tough talk never seemed to really have me

Next time tell your boy he needs to at me

[Verse 2]

Matter fact I took his girl and got her nails done

That day ended with a bed and some handcuffs

And that's true, why you think he wearing manbuns

Former colleague now my main, she a loved one

Ugh, man I thought they really had us

I listened close for opinions like they had one

2 years just to get my life begun

Meanwhile, you all been making 20 grandsons

(Woah)

[Verse 3]

Threw my feelings out the window, side to side

Felt the knives in my back, now its ride or die

Now my injuries reserved for a better side

All that's left, is for me to live a better life

I spoke to god he gave me everything

Better money, better people, better silver rings

If I could only say one thing

Awh, man these are better days