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Woodboy Gee - Better Days Lyrics

[Intro]
Woodboy Gee, man
Yeah

[Chorus]
I prayed for better days (Better days)
I'm a street nigga, you can see this shit up in my face
I ain't never trippin' 'bout no bitches, 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 nigga, 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 killing? (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 kill 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 shit 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 shit 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 nigga, you can see this shit up in my face
I ain't never trippin' 'bout no bitches, 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