CulmoreCity - Better Ways lyrics

Uh, Lil Crease nigga

Niggas was slow i don’t think they can race
Wait ‘till i’m up we gon’ get out the way
And this drink in my cup ‘cause
My bro down the state
All that hating and shit
Get the fuck out my face
And I’m going through life and
It feels like a maze im lost in the streets
But that shit don’t faze
Every night in the block
Man this shit getting crazy
Every night with a chop
Man you see all the cases
We was them youngins down bad going crazy
I know them bitch ass niggas gon’ hate me
Fuck ima sign if you niggas won’t pay me
Young nigga down, I won't see all that fake
Get the fuck out my side
What you thought it was bait
Niggas knew we were dirty, you know ima wait
Throw away my whole life that’s
A risk that I take
They don’t think you a villain
You got ‘еm a K
Bitch you really be drilling and
You got you a case
Thеy see how you dealing but you getting bait
And you say you my brother
But you turn to fake gotta open your eyes
Man these nigga be snakes
See I never switch and I stay on my toe
It was late nights, we was hitting them sto's
You steady saying "man free all the bros"
You never show ‘em the right way to go
Let me tell you these niggas
Ain’t really your brother
You don’t know ‘bout them late night licks
On my mom and I’m watching my back
‘cause I see undercover
We only some youngins, we living that way
And I need me a bitch that
Gon’ show me the way
And as soon as we up we gon’ see better days
No they don’t give a fuck ‘bout the shit that
I say but only them real ass niggas relate

Is you really gon’ ride or that’s a lie
Lil nigga that’s cold
You look in my eyes, hurt me inside
Lil bitch that’s cold
I knew you a lie, bro it’s alright
Just stay on that note
And I’m feeling alright
High as a kite bitch that’s how I roll

Man this is for Ezy, you know that I miss him
And I know how it feels when
Them bills get you trippin
Tell me how is you mad ‘cause
I choose to be different
Niggas think I ain’t sharp
But I’m paying attention
And I choose my own lane
‘cause these niggas be tripping
Momma said it’s me fault ‘cause
I would never listen
Let me tell you lil bro, I know how
It go, you get locked in the box
You ain’t getting no note
And you watching the car
You just think about home
But when you get home
Tell ‘em leave you alone
Man fuck all the fake
You can say that you wrong
You ain’t riding this wave
Man you doing it wrong and I’m sorry Lil E
Man it’s gonna be long but once we
Touchdown bitch we doing the most
We getting lit and we drinking patron
Nigga stop all the dissing
That shit getting old

Is you really gon’ ride or that’s a lie
Lil nigga that’s cold
You look in my eyes, hurt me inside
Lil bitch that’s cold
I knew you a lie, bro it’s alright
Just stay on that note
And I’m feeling alright
High as a kite bitch that’s how I roll