Better Days 2 (Pain In The Ghetto) - Blueface ft. OG Bobby Billions

It's a pain in the ghetto

I'm tryna fight but something's gotta give (Something's gotta give)

Tired of going on these missions (Tired)

Stuck off in these trenches

I'm just tryna get a million 'fore they come and get me (Get me)

Lot of hate off in my city, I can't fuck with it (I can't fuck with 'em)

It's just me and the niggas I grew up with (I grew with 'em)

If I'm lyin', then I'm dyin'

No cap up in my rap, you niggas slip, my niggas slide

Yeah, somebody gon' die today

No, these niggas better not be outside today

Or they hit (Yeah)

It's fucked up where I'm from, you can't fuck around (Fuck around)

You better watch your step or you be in that ground

Fuck it, long live 'em (Long live 'em)

It's only one way out, you gotta go and get it (Gotta go and get it)

And know this shit expensive, cost a whole brick (Cost a whole brick)

Don't get stuck here tryna take your time

Shit get wicked on my side of town

It's a pain in the ghetto

I'm tryna fight, but something's gotta give

I'm built where I can't break, but bitch, I'm done bending (I can't bend)

I'm tired of all this sinning, but that's how we living (How we living)

I'm praying God forgive me

I'm just praying for brighter days

Shit been wicked, I thank God I'm alive today

Niggas dead

I'm tryna get a million, tired of going on these missions

I'm tryna leave the trenches 'fore I'm stuck off in the system

This shit hit me, I'm tryin' to change

I just pray these niggas don't be outside today

Or they hit

I know that mama told you 'bout a thousand times

Careful, shit get wicked on my side of town

We don't fuck around (It's a pain in the ghetto)

I'm tryna fight but something's gotta give (Something's gotta give)

So much pain up in that ghetto (Uh)

Niggas wanna fight with God but they dancing with the devil (Yeah, somebody gon' die today, no, these niggas better not be outside today, uh)

Twelve get in my lane and run my name, it's always somethin' (Uh)

Now you're from that gang and dug your grave without no shovel

And now you in a rush, you moving fast without no hustle

And now you checkin' in with your P.O. more than them mother kids

And court date after court date, it's always the same old shit

Man, lil' man, I'll be your dad to my brother's kids

God forbid

I get locked up for something that God forbid

One suspect, two victims, hurt all three they kids (Ah)

Four, five shots, all it took to get 'em forty years (Damn)

Six, seven, eight, boy, don't even expect your bitch to wait

Nine, ten years in the pen, now you prayin'

I'm just praying for brighter days

Shit been wicked, I thank God I'm alive today

Niggas dead

I'm tryna get a million, tired of going on these missions

I'm tryna leave the trenches 'fore I'm stuck off in the system

This shit hit me, I'm tryin' to change

I just pray these niggas don't be outside today

Or they hit

I know that mama told you 'bout a thousand times

Careful, shit get wicked on my side of town

We don't fuck around (It's a pain in the ghetto)

I'm tryna fight but something's gotta give (Something's gotta give)

Stuck off in these trenches, trenches

Tryna get a million 'fore they come and get me