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Better Days, Pt. 2 Video (MV)




Performed By: Magin Dave
Language: English
Length: 3:13
Written by: David Pierre-Louis




Magin Dave - Better Days, Pt. 2 Lyrics
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Coming to you live from the sunshine
Is a youngin' tryna make it in his lifetime
Shit is crazy, man I'm hearing through the grapevine
Donald Trump is a racist, don't like my damn kind
Ain't no love out here for a youngin'
Cant get a decent job so we still thuggin'
Even though the Lord with us man we still bussin'
12 Get away with murder daily so we still clutchin'
This the everyday life in the USA
Middle fingers to em all, give f*ck what they say
Getting all these blessings, but I'm still gon pray
Daddy work a 9 to 5, can't get no raise
Shit crazy, wanna hit a lick I'm thinking daily
Writing out my story, man somebody gotta pay me
Satan at my door, but that nigga never phase me
Mutumbo with the finger, tell the devil that I'm wavy
I started from the bottom now, started from the bottom now
But nobody gon stop em now
Nobody gon rob em now
These demons that I'm fighting now
Nick Cannon, got me wildin out
I can make a million without giving up my soul
Spirit full of riches and my body made of gold
Visions with my brother, make a living on the road
I'm tryna make a difference, everybody living cold
I'm just
Praying for some better days
Praying for some better days
Praying for some better days
I'm just praying up to God for some better days
Praying for some better days
Praying for some better days
Praying for some better days
I'm just praying up to God for some better days
School still ain't really working out
Told my daddy "Don't you worry Ima make it out"
Hard times from the past got us in a drought
No games, back pain sleeping on the couch
Feeling like Jordan when he wore 45
And the revolution never will be televised
CNN, Fox News, they be telling lies
They don't love us, ain't no coverage when a nigga die
Just another homicide
Oh Lord, I know you my savior
Got me in this trap just so I can be greater
Bullets flying, mama cryin' its all about the paper
Too much going on think I wanna meet my maker
Nah, won't bend, won't fold
Every lesson is a blessing, so I'm on my toes
Put it on my mama that I'm sticking to the code
I wanna touch the people till it's finally time to go
I'm just
Praying for some better days
Praying for some better days
Praying for some better days
I'm just praying up to God for some better days
Praying for some better days
Praying for some better days
Praying for some better days
I'm just praying up to God for some better days
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Coming to you live from the sunshine
Is a youngin' tryna make it in his lifetime
Shit is crazy, man I'm hearing through the grapevine
Donald Trump is a racist, don't like my damn kind
Ain't no love out here for a youngin'
Cant get a decent job so we still thuggin'
Even though the Lord with us man we still bussin'
12 Get away with murder daily so we still clutchin'
This the everyday life in the USA
Middle fingers to em all, give f*ck what they say
Getting all these blessings, but I'm still gon pray
Daddy work a 9 to 5, can't get no raise
Shit crazy, wanna hit a lick I'm thinking daily
Writing out my story, man somebody gotta pay me
Satan at my door, but that nigga never phase me
Mutumbo with the finger, tell the devil that I'm wavy
I started from the bottom now, started from the bottom now
But nobody gon stop em now
Nobody gon rob em now
These demons that I'm fighting now
Nick Cannon, got me wildin out
I can make a million without giving up my soul
Spirit full of riches and my body made of gold
Visions with my brother, make a living on the road
I'm tryna make a difference, everybody living cold
I'm just
Praying for some better days
Praying for some better days
Praying for some better days
I'm just praying up to God for some better days
Praying for some better days
Praying for some better days
Praying for some better days
I'm just praying up to God for some better days
School still ain't really working out
Told my daddy "Don't you worry Ima make it out"
Hard times from the past got us in a drought
No games, back pain sleeping on the couch
Feeling like Jordan when he wore 45
And the revolution never will be televised
CNN, Fox News, they be telling lies
They don't love us, ain't no coverage when a nigga die
Just another homicide
Oh Lord, I know you my savior
Got me in this trap just so I can be greater
Bullets flying, mama cryin' its all about the paper
Too much going on think I wanna meet my maker
Nah, won't bend, won't fold
Every lesson is a blessing, so I'm on my toes
Put it on my mama that I'm sticking to the code
I wanna touch the people till it's finally time to go
I'm just
Praying for some better days
Praying for some better days
Praying for some better days
I'm just praying up to God for some better days
Praying for some better days
Praying for some better days
Praying for some better days
I'm just praying up to God for some better days
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Writer: David Pierre-Louis
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