Ain't got a deal but it still feels like I'm on now
A scary n***a chasing my dreams, I'm putting songs out
And I'm usually not pressed for the cream, but the heat is on now
I finish undergrad in like a year
And med school's a n***a biggest fear
But you didn't hear that here
Cuz fear is not of God but the devil be in my ear
Tried to bury him with a shovel
He went and made a new tunnel
The birds come by the bundle
The bags I try not to fumble
Like a D-2 athlete at training day
Cuz he knows he only has like 4 four plays that makes his or breaks his showcase
And I ain't come this far to flop no I'll never stop till I reach the top
Like nosebleeds, I call em the gold seats
For one, them hoes cheap plus you can see all ya dreams
If you took a trip inside of my mind you would hate to leave it
I keep it sharp like a cleaver
Got no time for the skeezers
I pledged allegiance to my dreams now it's up to me to reach em n***a
And ima get there somehow, someway, someday, I pray
That God'll make all of my worries go away, I pray, help me see better days
Ooh-ahh (Help me see better days)
Ooh-ahh
Yeah, I'm older now so Mom's ain't holding my hand
I gotta think like a man
And formulate my own plans
I put my all in the pen the ink is just blood from my sins
I'm used to holding shit in
I barely talk to my friends
Or at least about the things I think at night like what is life
And how we really ain't living right You claim you righteous but ain't fighting what's your purpose?
I look in mirror and know I'm worth it I been working
It feels like things are turning half circles for me
Most people ignant I can't have nothing but mercy for em
I try hard to inform em
I hate being formal
They see a wise black man they gon try to conform em
But ima raise a storm up, im tryna build an army
Of GC's cuz I be God's child,
And these days nighas wilding
Their ain't no church in the wild
I ain't been to one in a while
And I know it brings my Moms down
But ima make her proud by the way that God use her child I love to see her smile
Jacobi Holt - Better Days Lyrics
Jacobi Holt - Better Days Lyrics
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Ain't got a deal but it still feels like I'm on now
A scary n***a chasing my dreams, I'm putting songs out
And I'm usually not pressed for the cream, but the heat is on now
I finish undergrad in like a year
And med school's a n***a biggest fear
But you didn't hear that here
Cuz fear is not of God but the devil be in my ear
Tried to bury him with a shovel
He went and made a new tunnel
The birds come by the bundle
The bags I try not to fumble
Like a D-2 athlete at training day
Cuz he knows he only has like 4 four plays that makes his or breaks his showcase
And I ain't come this far to flop no I'll never stop till I reach the top
Like nosebleeds, I call em the gold seats
For one, them hoes cheap plus you can see all ya dreams
If you took a trip inside of my mind you would hate to leave it
I keep it sharp like a cleaver
Got no time for the skeezers
I pledged allegiance to my dreams now it's up to me to reach em n***a
And ima get there somehow, someway, someday, I pray
That God'll make all of my worries go away, I pray, help me see better days
Ooh-ahh (Help me see better days)
Ooh-ahh
Yeah, I'm older now so Mom's ain't holding my hand
I gotta think like a man
And formulate my own plans
I put my all in the pen the ink is just blood from my sins
I'm used to holding shit in
I barely talk to my friends
Or at least about the things I think at night like what is life
And how we really ain't living right You claim you righteous but ain't fighting what's your purpose?
I look in mirror and know I'm worth it I been working
It feels like things are turning half circles for me
Most people ignant I can't have nothing but mercy for em
I try hard to inform em
I hate being formal
They see a wise black man they gon try to conform em
But ima raise a storm up, im tryna build an army
Of GC's cuz I be God's child,
And these days nighas wilding
Their ain't no church in the wild
I ain't been to one in a while
And I know it brings my Moms down
But ima make her proud by the way that God use her child I love to see her smile
A scary n***a chasing my dreams, I'm putting songs out
And I'm usually not pressed for the cream, but the heat is on now
I finish undergrad in like a year
And med school's a n***a biggest fear
But you didn't hear that here
Cuz fear is not of God but the devil be in my ear
Tried to bury him with a shovel
He went and made a new tunnel
The birds come by the bundle
The bags I try not to fumble
Like a D-2 athlete at training day
Cuz he knows he only has like 4 four plays that makes his or breaks his showcase
And I ain't come this far to flop no I'll never stop till I reach the top
Like nosebleeds, I call em the gold seats
For one, them hoes cheap plus you can see all ya dreams
If you took a trip inside of my mind you would hate to leave it
I keep it sharp like a cleaver
Got no time for the skeezers
I pledged allegiance to my dreams now it's up to me to reach em n***a
And ima get there somehow, someway, someday, I pray
That God'll make all of my worries go away, I pray, help me see better days
Ooh-ahh (Help me see better days)
Ooh-ahh
Yeah, I'm older now so Mom's ain't holding my hand
I gotta think like a man
And formulate my own plans
I put my all in the pen the ink is just blood from my sins
I'm used to holding shit in
I barely talk to my friends
Or at least about the things I think at night like what is life
And how we really ain't living right You claim you righteous but ain't fighting what's your purpose?
I look in mirror and know I'm worth it I been working
It feels like things are turning half circles for me
Most people ignant I can't have nothing but mercy for em
I try hard to inform em
I hate being formal
They see a wise black man they gon try to conform em
But ima raise a storm up, im tryna build an army
Of GC's cuz I be God's child,
And these days nighas wilding
Their ain't no church in the wild
I ain't been to one in a while
And I know it brings my Moms down
But ima make her proud by the way that God use her child I love to see her smile
Writer: Jacobi Holt
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