Things Will Get Brighter lyrics

by

Common


[Hook]
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh child, things will get brighter
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh child, things will get brighter

[Verse 1]
Standing on the set, kush on my breath
Shooter to my left tryna earn some respect
I was on that street sh*t
Dropped out of school ‘cause I thought I'd never be sh*t
Know I got the weed, what you got? Give me three, sh*t
Same f*ck n*gga man, always on that cheap sh*t
Talking 'bout he f*cked up but always on some free sh*t
You ain't got no money, you ain't gettin' no f*cking weed, b*tch
Look, real hustler, serving all the fiends
Man I'm all about the cream, I'll sell a b*tch a dream
Street n*gga, never sell out on my team
I was in investigation, I ain't tell them boys a thing
I was taught never talk, never sing
War time, youngins always kept a Glock with a beam
You n*ggas buggin' man, keep that sh*t a hunnid man
Talking all that tough sh*t but you ain't really thuggin' man

[Hook]
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh child, things will get brighter
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh child, things will get brighter
[Verse 2]
f*ck a punchline, I was bagging up dimes
Trapping when it's crunch time, youngins on the front line
Real sh*t, tryna make a dollar out of fifteen cent
Gotta sell these Knicks, help my momma pay the rent
Light skin as sh*t but I'm known to use my fists
Trapping like I'm Mitch, I get money, f*ck a b*tch
Stacking all my chips, got me feeling like I'm rich
But then again
I'm feeling like 50 when he dropped "Many Men"
Only got myself, I don't trust any man
Pull up to the club, they like, "Let Bibby in," I snuck a semi in
n*ggas know I cop jewels and I drop jewels
But the jewelry that I buy, I will not lose
Yeah I had to learn the streets but it's not school
Talking business 'round a b*tch, sh*t is not cool

[Hook]
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh child, things will get brighter
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh child, things will get brighter

[Verse 3]
Free James, my n*gga, fighting thirty
When you out here in these streets, gotta watch out for these birdies
And I keep God with me so nobody else could hurt me
But I still get nervous, so I'm gripping on the thirty
You gotta feel this
I take you through the block like a field trip
One mistake, it cost your life, real quick
Where every young n*gga wanna be real rich
Only thing they know how to do, rob and kill sh*t
I know it's f*cked up, but I'm happy that I lucked up
Got my bucks up, all my n*ggas, what's up?
I grew up a f*cking screw up
Got introduced to the game, that's when everything changed
Self-made, nobody taught me a thing
Buying all these chains, tryna get rid of the pain
Street life, I done that, I seen that
And this one for my city, man I love you, I mean that
[Hook]
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh child, things will get brighter
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh child, things will get brighter
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