Doing Better Now

All my life I felt one way
Wearing gold and silver chains
Feeling all these eyes on me
Part of these hoes fantasy
Popping in dead of night
Load the mag hold it tight
Hold up bitch I really might
Hold up I ain't thinking right

I think I'm going through the motions
She wanna fly over oceans
Told her get the bread up
Said it's never enough cause these days feeling tough
Chip on my shoulder
Know my lyrics are colder
Mixed with the best like the whiskey and cola
Man they think I'm bipolar
But I'm more of a stoner
Got the luck like a clover
Got my own private chauffeur (yeah)
But I'm still gonna drive
Whipping 185 going fast till I die
Aye
And I know that I'm it
Feeling cocky a bit
Pretty good I admit (yeah)

Play the game I know my roll
Put the money in the bowl
Pray to God protect my soul
From all the shit I can't control
Ona path to reach my goal
Require you to pay a toll
Fuck the snakes and fuck the moles

Said fuck the snakes and fuck the moles
Give all my opps each a rose
For their cemetery stone
6 feet deep laying prone
Life move on you unknown

Living large fancy cars
Gazing at the pretty stares (hold up)
Why you gazing at me
I'm amazing you see
The mind is the key to unlocking your chi
All that talking now but the action ain't free
Cost you what you own I'm taking it all
Living large but you're small
Over here popping off right in front of the mall
Man these babies walking toward me since before they could crawl

Under the polo got the kevlar vest
Getting stressed for the test
If I fail now instantaneous death
Taking one final breath
I'm unique to the world can't be part of the rest

All my life I felt one way
Wearing gold and silver chains
Feeling all these eyes on me
Part of these hoes fantasy
Popping in dead of night
Load the mag hold it tight
Hold up bitch I really might
Hold up I ain't thinking right

Walk with me huh
Talk with me huh
Spark with me huh
Imagination flow keep it under control
I'm doing better now and I'm letting it show
(I'm doing better now and I'm letting it show)