Letra de Better Person - Clavish

(Feat. [])

Yeah, 16th chapter, you get it?

Real niggas back in fashion type shit

You get it?

All the niggas out there livin' their fuckin' Neverland bro

They're stuck in the past, they're livin' in the past

This is the future, you get it?

Bro shouldn't need a future, you know who it is already

Terror, OT, Nine behind the door, we got a piece left

You know how it goes already, we been doin' this

Ask about, you understand?

You know who it is already, [?] Row, Stamford Hill

Long live NB, free the whole team

Yo

I respect the guys that don't treat me different based on the money I've made

I got demons that got a mind of their own, they don't do whatever I say

I'm the sunshine of my block, take me away, the skies are grey

Just know I can call Loopz anytime of the day, he'll do it anytime of the day

And that's for certain

Don't let this baby face fool you, I really put work in

I'm workin' on bein' a better person, lessons learnin'

Even though I ain't fuckin' with you, them secrets won't ever touch the surface

And they don't want Terror free, that's Hackney boilin' and London burnin'

Shoulda gave my heart to her, had a thing for me back when I was servin'

No bars like I got no service

I can see those tables turnin'

You got everyone thinkin' we fell out for Ps, I'm hurtin'

If she's actually certi', I would give her the world and make sure all of her bags are Hermes

I just bought a mash with so many men, told mum I don't bang no burpees

All I gotta do is make one phone call and the trey 80s burpin'

It's curtains

I've always been trapped up by the time the birds were chirpin'

I've made phones that had no camera really start twerkin'

If my Goyard got no shank inside, it's probably 'cah SJ came with bine

Came it's live, so take your time and do what's right

Prison don't help my youngins sit down and think 'bout life

Or maybe he does, but after guns and knives

If I could go back in time, woulda poked up (Shh) ten times, not five

I'm a fucked up person

All this trauma, all this gang shit

All this fame shit got me anxious but grateful, so it's God I'm thankin'

But I got questions like, "Why would You let NB die without givin' a warning?"

Now I'm all angry

Now I'm all thinkin', "Did I spend all those years with him, meanwhile You planned this?"

Young kids look up to me, so I really take time with them Insta' captions (Captions)

Told my youngins, "Go back home if they come outside without bringin' their ratchet"

Bullets fly, make sure you don't catch it

A lot of rappers rapping static never done shit, that's worse than a catfish

In person, now it's all bafflin'

I still got that nerd even though we ain't the best of friends no longer

I won't stand next to them

Free the guys in the cage, no end to end

Free Terror (Terror)

For the last 3000 days and nights, he slept in pen'

Good luck to the next guy AR shaves, 'cause I know it won't be any less than ten

I'm settin' trends, it depends

My shooter wanna know where and when

You got no idea how much I'd spend to see my niggas not here again

Got hoes from LA back down to Manny

Fuck I look like goin' on a glide and drivin'? I'm in the passy

My stack was slim, now that shit's a fatty

I supply my guys with glees and vespas, they hate the fact my team progressin'

Pretty hoes sometimes don't fuck, just suck my dick to release my stresses

I'm big on loyalty, so I don't really got the time to be second guessin'

Can't have no opp run up on me, so I made **** my second wettin'

Gov's gotta put bro in single cells

Leave my mark on every single girl

Every single cell, every single scale, every single bell, I mean, every single

It's up and stuck 'til I'm old and wrinkled

I play the streets, but it's not that simple

Figurin' out the balance between music and street shit's not that simple

One in his pouch and one in his hand

Told Uncle P, "Go easy on Meech, he's just a boy, becomin' a man"

My savage don't want money when he's home, just wants a gun when he lands

He told, now he can't run with the gang

My ways don't come from mum and my dad

Third stike and he still ain't done with the trap

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