Better Way ft. Flatline Lyrics

I was born with a fucked up brain, a fucked up kid, a fucked up life

The definition of what fucked up is, this whole game I just got sucked up in

What it is, you tryna make it in this fucked up biz, tell em

I was a fellon not for sellin' a brick,

but some bitch go talk shit, proceed to swellin' his lips

Maybe there's more to that story but I ain't tellin' ya shit

In that dude's book, go ahead and mark an L in that bitch, loss

Never a boss, never a follower neither,

Open your mouth, I wanna see if you can swallow the heater

No joke, might run in and smoke up all of your reefer,

Rather chase my tail than play follow the leader

Fuckin' with me, yeah, that could be such a catastrophe

You better pack a P if you comin' after me, ever come back at me

I will react with these rapid attacks, leave your ass beatin' graphically

You wanna know if I'll be ready for war, yes sir

You don't know who to trust, bust under the pressure

I'm an ass with a pass for tryin' to press your buttons

That's why the fuck we stay up in the Midwest for

Got the D on my back, it's just me and my rap

You really ain't the person that you claim to be on the track

So buzzed like somebody slipped a B on my crack

This flow so R Kelly the way I pee on the track

I know that there's a better way,

if I can find it I can try a thousand times just to get my peeps some better days

Just never let up, you know to get up you better pray

If you have the chance to leave, you better get away

I know that there's a better way,

if I can find it I can try a thousand times just to get my peeps some better days

Just never let up, you know to get up you better pray

If you have the chance to leave, you better get away

Long night, no sleep, I suffer mental pain

I pray to God, please help me find a better way

Show my kids a better day, but keep it true

Times are hard now, better things are based on you

And what you do, you choose your own fate

Cause only time can tell, or determine if you break, don't mistake

Just keep it straight, it's not the money that you make

But the road to success that you take

Everyday struggles, cops and villains you play

You say a man make the money, but the money make the man break

Mentally if you weak, you gain everything today

And lose it all next week

Okay big boy, you're moving bricks by the heat

Promises you made your mother, you father you can't keep

30 years federal, no chance of parole

You're growing old gradually, your children's hearts turn cold

7 years in, your wife is losing faith

And by the way shit's looking, she'll be gone by 8

You can't hate, cause she's a grown ass woman

With needs and desires, and the kids need someone

To call a father figure, who gets the bigger picture

Hard to swallow that pill, you feel that they don't miss ya

But that's the consequences of the game you play

You had the chance to get out, you should've got away, okay

I know that there's a better way,

if I can find it I can try a thousand times just to get my peeps some better days

Just never let up, you know to get up you better pray

If you have the chance to leave, you better get away

I know that there's a better way,

if I can find it I can try a thousand times just to get my peeps some better days

Just never let up, you know to get up you better pray

If you have the chance to leave, you better get away

Get away, get away, get away, get away