BETTER THAN THIS

I put a cross on my wrist, yuh

I put some gold on my fist, yuh

It don’t get better than this, huh

It don’t get better than this, huh

Yeah, I’m da best in this right now, I prolly need me a trophy, huh

And y’all keep askin me to go out, yeah, y’all keep talkin to the old me

I put a cross on my wrist, yuh

I put some gold on my fist, yuh

It don’t get better than this, huh

It don’t get better than this, huh

Yeah, I’m da best in this right now, I prolly need me a trophy, huh

And y’all keep askin me to go out, yeah, y’all keep talkin to the old me

 

 

Yeah, askin me to come out (I ain’t comin out wit ya)

For what, so we could go and spin the block

I’m tryna build me a family, screw a Grammy, I want my kids at the top

I want them set up for life, they ain’t gotta worry bout nun

Imma make sure that their college tuition is paid and they can go vacate for fun

And I’m tired of all dis music, all dis music, I been ridin my wave

Originality ain’t easy to come by in these days

They all just sound like we

Or they might just sound like Drake

I used to be on that WII as a kid, now we all gettin paid

 

 

We all gettin paid, all gettin paid, yeah

 

 

I ain’t into all that fake stuff

I ain’t gonna dumb it down like they do (yeah, nah)

Imma keep reppin my God on beats

Imma cling on to the things that’s true (that’s facts)

Imma make sure that I’m on the right path

You on a path that’s gon make you lose (hah)

Everything helpless, everything hopeless, I’m gonna pray for the things you do, yeah

Pray for ya enemies, pray for da ones against you (yuh)

Pray for the ones on the wrong path so they can make it up wit you

‘Cause God ain’t no gatekeeper

He’s tryna fit all of us on in (come on)

Just like Daniel, He’s the only one that’s gon save me in that den (ha)

Stuck wit the lions, stuck wit the tigers, I’mma make me some new friends

Rely on God and rely on God, then go do it all again

We gotta keep our eyes in the Bible and learn to endure all da way to da end

See, I ain’t tryna be that guy

I’m tryna make my way up to Heaven

I ain’t tryna fake my ride

I’m wit da angels floatin away from da planet

And if I fall I rise, God’s gon lift me up like He planned it

And ion worry bout lies, cuz God’s gon correct everything we damaged (AGH)

 

 

I put a cross on my wrist, yuh

I put some gold on my fist, yuh

It don’t get better than this, huh

It don’t get better than this, huh

Yeah, I’m da best in this right now, I prolly need me a trophy, huh

And y’all keep askin me to go out, yeah, y’all keep talkin to the old me (why y’all want me to come out, yuh)