Joell Ortiz, Kaydence, Maino - Better Than lyrics

Coulda been still up in the hood
Shakin' up, stickin', stickin' up
Anyone that would come through
I was livin' up, middle finger up
Still don't give a fuck 'bout it man it's
So I'm livin' better now coogi sweater now
Drop top the Benz i'm the man girlfriend
So when they ask me how I do
I'm doin better
I'm doin better than I should


I know they all had me counted out
Gettin' all that illegal money
I would count it out
In front of a corner bodega
I was down and out
With a gun on my waist for the
Haters I would shout it out
"FUCK THE WORLD!" from the loudest mouth
And I meant every word of that
And that's without a doubt
Everyday it would never changed
Just the same old thing
Tryna come up with different ways for
Me to scrape some change ramen noodles
Beef patties from right up the block
Chicken wings
French fries from the Chinese spot
Good smoke, plastic cup filled up to the top
And dice games that I would stick
Up if I lost a lot
Say what y'all wanna say that's
Just how I was before this music popped
I was a different Yaowa cuz
Like, where you from? Who you
Know? Where you goin'?
Thank God that I can flow

I daydreamed about this on the stairs
With good weed smoke cloudin'
Up the hallway air
Brown paper bag coverin' the strongest beer
In my project lobby
Now my lobby got a concierge
I remember all the winters
Troopin' up the ave snow was everywhere
I'm tryin' not to bust my ass
Walk the furthest from the curb cause
With the luck I had
That disgusting splash used to soak me
When the bus would pass
Now the bus look like an
Ant when I'm takin' flight
And I could turn a boring
Day into a Vegas night
From that pint of E&J that
I would chase with Sprite
To them pretty bottles of Rosé
On the way with lights
I fantasized now i'm livin' out my fantasy
I know them haters mad at me like
"Yo how can this be?"
I fucked two bad bitches in a row
Everyday I thank God that I can flow


Thank God I found heaven yup peace sign
That's me throwin' my blessings up
Coulda been in that cell
Prayin' they let me up
Daydreamin' 'bout being free
I'm missin' much
Coulda been six feet, deep in a hole
Trapped in the game, the devil after my soul
Coulda been in back of
The car traffickin' blow
But I'm lion hearted
I found the yellow brick road
Now it's plenty liquor
Singles for these strippers
Goddamn right if she dime, I'm gon lick her
Young dope boys they screamin'
I'm that nigga
Ten bad bitches, me and my niggas
Thinkin' back on my worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirsty, hey!
I guess I'm livin' like I should
When they ask me how I'm doin, I say
"Better than good"