Better days ft. Rugga Lyrics

How

Can you

Judge me by my past

I go talk to god cuz I know

He won't put me last

And I been through

Some shit thinkin bout

This pain to make me sad

(yeah)

How

Can you

Judge me by my past

Two ways for a street Nigga

That's either jail or body bags

And I know that

We think different

So what you say I can't get mad

(yeah)

My flaws I showed it all

For your love i risk it all

Never did right

But right my wrongs

Cuz sleepless nights

Who did you call

I seen it all these niggas fake

I loved your love

Not what it gave

Mama so scared

from moves I make

She see the pain all in my face

Count it up

Im so stuck on these riches

Ain't thinking bout love

Cuz that ain't realistic

Ain't portraying a thug

That's not how I'm living

Had to get out the mud

4380 the trenches

Won't risk it all

I move precise

Searching for love

That's all my life

When shit go wrong

Who make it right

Wrote you this song

Inside this kite

(and it say)

How

can you

Judge me by my past

I go talk to god

Cuz I know

He won't put me last

And I've been through

Some shit thinkin

Bout this pain

to make me sad (yeah)

How

Can you

Judge me by my past

Two ways for a street Nigga

That's either jail or body bags

And I know that

We think different

So what you say I can't get mad

(yeah)

Woah

I been through some shit

You wouldn't know

I was running wild

My heart cold

I got close to god

And now I know

How I'm suppose to live my life

(and)

Woah

To much going on

It's hard to focus

I was in the streets

My heart was broken

But I just kept a smile

You wouldn't notice

All the pain I got inside

Only if niggas knew

What a nigga been through

I was so so confused

Now a Nigga done grew

Got some responsibilities

Handled them like a man

Stay down till I come up

I gotta stick to the plan

How

Can you

Judge me by my past

I go talk to god

Cuz I know he won't

Put me last

And I been through

Some shit thinkin

Bout this pain to make me sad

(yeah)

How

Can you

Judge me by my past

Two ways for a street nigga

That's either jail or body bags

And I know

That we think different

So what you say

I can't get mad (yeah)

Woah I been through some shit

You never know

I was running round

My heart cold

Can you feel me

I know you can feel me

(yeah)

Ride for me

I never felt so alive

Cuz I got you on my side

But you just lie

To me

I put my pride to the side

You made a joke outta mines