Real Dope World - Better Days Lyrics

Yeah
Hmm
Turn it up in the headphones
That's how my homie
Josh used to say it
Yeah

Uh! I pray for better days
I'm seeking better ways
I'm eating better today
I workout every day
I hit the Gym, I hit the Stu
I'm at my Auntie's place
She cooked that Sushi, ouu
(The type I never ate)
The type I never ate
I'm hungry every day
I even lick the plate
Sometimes I don't even pray
But always say "Grace"
That's why I meditate
That's how I know I'm great
And when I listen to Tate
I know I elevate

(I said) Money, money, money
Paper on a daily
I don't want your speech
I just want you to pay me
If I put you on a song
I just want you to slay me
Niggas like me
That's exactly
What the game needs
(Hollup, hollup, hollup)
Niggas like me?
Ain't no niggas like me
(Not one)
I've been out here
Grinding like I'm really crazy
Rapping like I'm Jay Z
Broke till I'm paid, see
Then I cop the Benz
And there's nothing you can say to me

Quit being loved by the band
I want the bands homie
Keep the love online
I got love in real life
(I love you David)
And that's real life
Keep your chains
Fake numbers
And your deal-life
I was trying to call call-girls
They ain't pick my call
Tryna stack the money up
That's why I rap (Prrrrrah)
The world began with the word
And that's rap (Rrrrah)
Safe to say JeHOVah's a rap Jigga

(I said) Money, money, money
Paper on a daily
I don't want your speech
I just want you to pay me
Niggas like me
Is exactly what the game needs
If I put you on a song
Then I, want you to slay me
Nothing really pains me
Numb cuh the J's hit
When I hit the chiki-chiki
Then I Slim the Shady
I don't got a Daughter
But this rap is my Hailey
I pray that she pays me
On a daily basis

RD Double-U know
They don't rap with you
You ain't got the social proof
To prove to who you rapping to
(You don't got it nigga)
Who you kidding?
You're the GOAT?
(Well they can rap too)
What do you have
That they don't have?
(They sell socks too)
Miss me with the bull crap
That you call rap
Your bio says "Rapper"
I laugh- (Hahaha)
You're just a
Delusional wishful thinker
Who thinks he's critical
And if you ask me
That's really pitiful

(Life Hack from Andrew Tate
Don't manifest nothing
Just get super rich
That way you can
Buy whatever you want
Whenever you want it)

(I said) Money, money, money
Paper on a daily
I don't want your speech
I just want you to pay me (Yeah)
If I put you on a song
I just want you to slay me (Uh)
Niggas like me
That's exactly
What the game needs (Yeah)

The dream is real my homie
Just gotta do the drill
(Just gotta do it homie)
This to my little homies
Starting out there
I swear if you work hard every day
There'll be better days (On God)
Don't try to cripple the journey
Just seek for better ways
(Don't cripple it)
And do it for the Fam (Yeah)
Be sure to hoard your seed (Yeah)
'Cause leeches out here wildin'
While you burst your feet
(They outside)
I know I love this rap thang
I swear to me (I swear to me)
But I won't be happy
Until I'm super rich

Yessir
They tell you
To go hard or go home
Go home?
Nigga there is no home
Go hard Nigga
There's no home
Yeah

(I said) Money money money
Paper on a daily
I don't want your speech
I just want you to pay me
If I put you on a song
Then I expect you to slay me
Niggas like me
That's exactly
What the game needs
Niggas like you
Is the reason that the game reeks
The game needs a new contract Nigga
Heard you wanna take mines
Reach your hands out Nigga
I'mma cut that f*cker off
And then I gang out Nigga

Okada!
Bike!
Abeg push me reach front
I wan go meet better days