Saigon, Layzie Bone - Better Way lyrics

Hey, hey it's lil' Lay saigon, Just Blaze
Just out here in the field man
Tryin to make these ends meet, you know?
Every time you look around it's
Some shit goin down
Man we tryin to make a better way
Saigon, talk to 'em man
Tell 'em how we tryin to do this man!

Check, my heart is hurtin and my
Soul's searchin for a better way
I was born in Mooseknuckle where
The kid was led astray then I moved to BK
Where I fell in love with guns
Fast forward six years later I'm a
Felon on the run with one
Renegade Ron was my alias
And even when I was wilding the
'gon was a Don like Cornelius
Them hoes used to chase me around
None of my niggas surprised I got
Models givin face to me now
That I roll with a super producer plus
Keep the booth in a stupor
That's your dog? Call him
Or we're meetin is? I try to put all of
My troublemaking days behind me
But it seem like them fuckers always
Find some way to find me
I never thought that Just Blaze would sign me
(why?) cause he know that I fight a lot and
He know my Nation is major grimy (yeah)
That's how I know that nigga for real
Took a chance on givin a trill nigga a deal

Although we thuggin and we be buggin we do
Be tryin to find a better way
(Tryin to find a better way)
And I'd be lyin if I said that we
Wasn't tryin to keep our pockets paid
(Tryin to keep our pockets, paid)
Although we grindin we on the grind and
Cause we tryin to reach our destiny
(Tryin to reach our destiny kid)
Whether it's hell
(it's hell) whether it's jail (it's jail)
Or it's the cover of the XXL!

I never thought rhymin would help me
Climb the ladder of success
Niggas thought by now that I woulda
Took the magnum to the chest
Or have the staggerin arrest record
For dabblin in this
I knew I shouldn'ta been in since
I'm fresh up out the pen
But N-O spell 'no' sucka
I kill 'em with the flow fucka
You could compare me to no other
I'm so scared of my temper
What if somebody try me?
What if I gotta prove that
I still use the shotty?
Atlantic Records would dropped me
Police is gon' knock me
Them bitches is gon' laugh at me
The haters is gon' party
And I'll be back in the yard
With old timers callin me a GODDAMN
FOOL for clappin ratchets at y'all
I'm tellin you this
So you know I'm fully aware
And very mindful
That I will throw away my career
And let one of you little bitch
Niggas step in my square
And I'll show you I keep
The weapon right here, ayo Belly come here!

Check it, look
I'm hardly never low-key so it's hard
To get to know me
Got enemies in the street that's
Still targetin to smoke me
It must make 'em sick to see
Me as godly? in the movie
Wait 'til they start spendin money
To market and promote me
Why would y'all wanna stop me?
I changed my life around, put the rifle down
Niggas still plottin to BIG and 'Pac me
But on the contrilly I'm packin the mac-milly
And clappin at the first lil'
Faggot that act silly
It was my destiny to be here
I killed the mixtapes for three years
All original beats so be clear
And as fuckin fate would have it
I got connected with the best
Producer in the world
So we can go in and make a classic
So when will you learn? I get
Deep without the Biblical terms
We livin in hell with no physical burn
That's why a nigga tryin to find a better way
And sayin hi to tomorrow
Goodbye to yesterday

Whether it's hell, whether it's jail
Or it's the cover of the XXL!
Whether it's hell, whether it's jail
Or it's the cover of the XXL!