Better Days - Z-Ro, Lil Flea

We live bout the life this ain’t a fairytale

50 percent of my niggas are either dead or in jail

I know heaven awaits cuz we are living in hell

Just funerals and waits somebody say a prayer

Write for the state give my nigga the job

Without the facts don’t know if ever this clear

With my healthcare ain’t no matters in here

86 is a dog to prescribe a pill

They tell me it’s the white man I should fear

It’s my own kind doing all the killing here

Pain is motivation, trials and tribulations

Created a monster now you gotta face him

I hold you responsible for these crack babies

Niggas stay strong sending all the block crazy

Call us maybe took a villains' to raise me

Running life didn’t escape me chasing this paper daily

Like if I don’t hustle I’ma going to die

It’s so fucked up all I can do is wonder why

Better days

Scratch and scrape for a plate trying to make a wait

If you humble in the jungle you become the pray

Is this the military of the streets

Don’t be a victim either you get there or you leave

Better days

Scratch and scrape for a plate trying to make a wait

If you humble in the jungle you become the pray

Is there a heaven for a real nigga like me

I’m on a mission homie I ain’t here to sightsee

See that’s a gun in your pocket I’m like it might be

I don’t give a damn if none of you bitches like me

They keep killing us why the fuck we gotta kill each other

Agree or don’t disagree even if we don’t feel each other

My people are reason my people are being robbed nightly

They can’t afford to go out the hood to rob whitey

They wish they were lucky enough to have a job like me

It’s fucked up they be like you bro been working hard slightly

Instant oatmeal for breakfast, lunch and dinner too

I know they tired of that shit I know I feel it too

Like if I don’t hustle I’ma going to die

It’s so fucked up all I can do is wonder why

Better days

Scratch and scrape for a plate trying to make a wait

If you humble in the jungle you become the pray

Is this the military of the streets

Don’t be a victim either you get there or you leave

Better days

Scratch and scrape for a plate trying to make a wait

If you humble in the jungle you become the pray

The rules of engagement the coons and the gangstas

Shooters to the shakers jackass to the crankers

Keep wanting your chamber

If you broken while swinging these treats ain’t planned police ain’t caring

For CPS your parents cross paps overdosed on heroin

So not even billing it’s so overwhelming a kid with no feeling

He’s a soon a dealing man and soon he’ll be killing

And we be damned if we gon starve in this bitch

Every nigga like we back to stealing cars In this bitch

December 25th they robbed Santa Claus in this bitch

They get it a dome back with the only way they know how

I bet they thought we was planned but I bet they know now

This is a stick up so get your ass sat down on the floor now

If you give them your duty my people don’t come to your house

I’m clueless what you go make me put this gun in your mouth

Like if I don’t hustle I’ma going to die

It’s so fucked up all I can do is wonder why

Better days

Scratch and scrape for a plate trying to make a wait

If you humble in the jungle you become the pray

Is this the military of the streets

Don’t be a victim either you get there or you leave

Better days

Scratch and scrape for a plate trying to make a wait

If you humble in the jungle you become the pray