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"Better Myself"

[Intro]
I was tryna make cash
Tryna make these funds
Bro lost 10 bags buh he made dat back
Back(x8)

Can't talk on the guys
Never one of my G's
Your barbie's misbehaving G
Misbehaving G (x8)

I still bang squares
Tryna scam these man (x3)

9.5 just landed
There's none for the holder
I'm keeping it G (x3)

(Wha-Wha-Wha-Wha-Wha-Wha-Wha)

[Chorus] x2
All I wanna do is just better myself
I was in the ride
Bro was in the ride
I was in the rid tryna better my wealth
Pop this one lemme better my health
Cause my n*ggas really do it with stealth
Got the jakes on the guys and it’s hot like hell
Buh these flavour got my young G leaning
Man the zoobie got him feeling unwell

[Verse 1]
I was sixteen, tryna chase this bag life
Wasn’t the same when my bro got grabbed
He was in the bando tryna make this cash
Now he’s gotta move low like the tryna gang
I still bang squares tryna scam these man
My bros food got taken in his yard
Might get raided
Just like K’s did
All 'cause a civilian sang
We made a couple wet yutes still run into shops
But I’m on the money moves stay low from the cops
It was me and K tryna cash this gwop
We was inner stratford everyday for a month
I was Tryna make cash, tryna make these funds
Bro lost 10 bags buh he made dat back
And I put that sh*t on my mums hard work,everyday can never catch man lack

We want the money, like single mummy
These gyallie gyallie, they whine it 'pon me
I pop a loose one, I’m movin grumpy
I’m movin grumpy you talked and get sparked
Bro was in the T mixing light with the dark, I was tryna bang this Santan no, Dave bro tried to drench man like a flood in a cave I want the lizzie so I gotta be brave

[Chorus] x2
All I wanna do is just better myself
I was in the ride
Bro was in the ride
I was in the rid tryna better my wealth
Pop this one lemme better my health
Cause my n*ggas really do it with stealth
Got the jakes on the guys and it’s hot like hell
Buh these flavour got my young G leaning
Man the zoobie got him feeling unwell

[Verse 2]
Can't talk on the guys never one of my G's
Your barbie misbehaving G
These gyallie gyallie dem be craving me
But f*ck the bullsh*t got my eyes on p's
9.5 jus landed there's none for the holder I'm keeping it G
Bros was in the bando with the pebs on he and you know that he's shotting his green
Bro, Bro said all you gotta do is tap, tap, tap leave it mental
Man I miss my bro
It's mental resentful
All my n*ggas go central
Count hundreds in a blacked out rental
Gyallie take wood, I ain't giving it gentle
When you was at home playing FIFA bro, I was putting on stoves and kettles
I got some pain in my heart but I'm dealing with it
Some days I wake up and feeling to quit
But the money dont stop gotta reason with it
Tryna do music so if feds stop me I can prove I'm legit
I was fifteen tryna make this P cause my fam needed it from the kid
I was age sixteen with my bro 2Loose tryna cut hundred in the whip

[Chorus] x2
All I wanna do is just better myself
I was in the ride
Bro was in the ride
I was in the rid tryna better my wealth
Pop this one lemme better my health
Cause my n*ggas really do it with stealth
Got the jakes on the guys and it’s hot like hell
Buh these flavour got my young G leaning
Man the zoobie got him feeling unwell

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