What it do?
It's your boy Fox-a-million trill entertainment underdog
This for my people going through it
God don't put no more on you that you can take. You heard me
And that's word from a n***a that know
It could be worse ya dig

I'm riding through my old hood
Ain't shit changed n***as up to no good
N***as smiling in my face like we cool
And I'm not the same n***a that you knew from school
Wasn't fucking with you then and I ain't now
Couldn't throw you nothing then and I can't now
Used to use the shoe box as a bank now
I don't know if it's the rims or the paint now
N***a told me he was thinking bout a nice lick
He on his own momma can't work she sick
He ain't never met his daddy cause he split
But he know about a n***a with a few bricks
Told him he gone havе to kill him if he do the shit
Then hе told me that he already knew the shit
N***a only 14 thinking like this
I'll hate to hear about him on channel 6
You don't wanna go to jail with an L
And you don't really wanna do it I can tell
Ask him why he ain't in school he ain't serval
Where he keep his burning at, in the Chanel
Man to man, male to male
You don't really have to go the way you going
Imma put a couple dollars in your pocket
You better flip that mf like a coin (Million)
It could be worse (Boy you could've been got
Murked from a church, to the hearse, to the dirt)
It could be worse (Tripping cause your old
Lady flirting n***a could've got her ass first)
It could be worse (They got n***as really
Doing life they gone let you get out on the first)
It could be worse (Boy you ain't the only one
With problems it's a lot of people on this earth)
It could be worse (Boy you could've been got
Murked from a church, to the hearse, to the dirt)
It could be worse (Tripping cause your old
Lady flirting n***a could've got her ass first)
It could be worse (They got n***as really
Doing life they gone let you get out on the first)
It could be worse (Boy you ain't the only one
With problems it's a lot of people on this earth)

You about to have a baby
And you knew your baby daddy had an old lady
Now he talking bout he wanna get a blood test
And you knew that he the only one you fucked lately
That's the type of shit that make a woman go crazy
But you knew the cards you was dealt before you played it
He had promised you a house and a Mercedes
Saying he would leave her and you would be a lady
Baby you don't have to worry bout a n***a
Go and get your own
Move on his ass
Get another phone
Keep God first you'll never be alone
Raise your child with a man that's grown
Judge give you 5 when you could've got 10
Better thank God then take it on the chin
God first, money, then think about a friend
Baby momma tripping playing with the lil one
Don't want you to see em boy I know the feeling
Make you out a villain, make you wanna kill em
But don't fall for it n***a I been chillen
Don't fall for it stay up out the system
N***a I done been there, n***a I done done that
For I with the devil n***a I done won that
Know you see the storm probably wondering where the sun at
Before you do it to yourself think where your son at
It could be worse (Boy you could've been got
Murked from a church, to the hearse, to the dirt)
It could be worse (Tripping cause your old
Lady flirting n***a could've got her ass first)
It could be worse (They got n***as really
Doing life they gone let you get out on the first)
It could be worse (Boy you ain't the only one
With problems it's a lot of people on this earth)
It could be worse (Boy you could've been got
Murked from a church, to the hearse, to the dirt)
It could be worse (Tripping cause your old
Lady flirting n***a could've got her ass first)
It could be worse (They got n***as really
Doing life they gone let you get out on the first)
It could be worse (Boy you ain't the only one
With problems it's a lot of people on this earth)

You didn't go to court, now you on the run
You ain't got insurance, riding with a gun
Baby momma tripping, tryna see your son
You ain't got no chose, need to smoke a blunt
Running from your PO he want you to piss
You know you gone fail it if you take that bitch
Phone outta minutes riding on E
Every car you see you think it's the police
Body full of tats mouth full of gold teeth
So the world already looking at you like a thief
In the eyes you a crook, scum, menace
Blame on the ink shop blame it on the dentist
Now the judge tryna stick you with a long sentence
Gone get it over get them people out your business
Read a couple books start working on your fitness
Think about the n***as who ain't getting outta prison
You gone get a out date do it on your head
Soon as you get out fuck a bitch getcha bread
R.I.P. to every fallen soldier that's dead
It could be worse remember what I said
You gone get a out date do it on your head
Soon as you get out fuck a bitch getcha bread
R.I.P. to every fallen soldier that's dead
It could be worse remember what I said
It could be worse (Boy you could've been got
Murked from a church, to the hearse, to the dirt)
It could be worse (Tripping cause your old
Lady flirting n***a could've got her ass first)
It could be worse (They got n***as really
Doing life they gone let you get out on the first)
It could be worse (Boy you ain't the only one
With problems it's a lot of people on this earth)
It could be worse (Boy you could've been got
Murked from a church, to the hearse, to the dirt)
It could be worse (Tripping cause your old
Lady flirting n***a could've got her ass first)
It could be worse (They got n***as really
Doing life they gone let you get out on the first)
It could be worse (Boy you ain't the only one
With problems it's a lot of people on this earth)
It could be worse...