Better Days 2 (Pain In The Ghetto) lyrics

[Intro]
It's a pain in the ghetto
I’m tryna fight but something's gotta give (Something's gotta give)

[Verse 1: OG Bobby Billions]
Tired of going on these missions (Tired)
Stuck off in these trenches
I’m just tryna get a million 'fore they come and get me (Get me)
Lot of hate off in my city, I can't f*ck with it (I can't f*ck with 'em)
It's just me and the n*ggas I grew up with (I grew with 'em)
If I'm lyin’, then I’m dyin'
No cap up in my rap, you n*ggas slip, my n*ggas slide
Yeah, somebody gon’ die today
No, these n*ggas better not be outside today
Or they hit (Yeah)
It's f*cked up where I'm from, you can't f*ck around (f*ck around)
You better watch your step or you be in that ground
f*ck it, long live ’em (Long live 'em)
It's only one way out, you gotta go and get it (Gotta go and get it)
And know this sh*t expensive, cost a whole brick (Cost a whole brick)
Don't get stuck here tryna take your time
sh*t get wicked on my side of town
It's a pain in the ghetto
I'm tryna fight, but something's gotta give
I'm built where I can't break, but b*tch, I'm done bending (I can't bend)
I'm tired of all this sinning, but that's how we living (How we living)
I'm praying God forgive me
[Chorus: OG Bobby Billions]
I'm just praying for brighter days
sh*t been wicked, I thank God I'm alive today
n*ggas dead
I'm tryna get a million, tired of going on these missions
I'm tryna leave the trenches 'fore I'm stuck off in the system
This sh*t hit me, I'm tryin' to change
I just pray these n*ggas don't be outside today
Or they hit
I know that mama told you 'bout a thousand times
Careful, sh*t get wicked on my side of town
We don't f*ck around (It's a pain in the ghetto)
I'm tryna fight but something's gotta give (Something's gotta give)

[Verse 2: Blueface]
So much pain up in that ghetto (Uh)
n*ggas wanna fight with God but they dancing with the devil (Yeah, somebody gon' die today, no, these n*ggas better not be outside today, uh)
Twelve get in my lane and run my name, it's always somethin' (Uh)
Now you're from that gang and dug your grave without no shovel
And now you in a rush, you moving fast without no hustle
And now you checkin' in with your P.O. more than them mother kids
And court date after court date, it's always the same old sh*t
Man, lil' man, I'll be your dad to my brother's kids
God forbid
I get locked up for something that God forbid
One suspect, two victims, hurt all three they kids (Ah)
Four, five shots, all it took to get 'em forty years (Damn)
Six, seven, eight, boy, don't even expect your b*tch to wait
Nine, ten years in the pen, now you prayin'
[Chorus: OG Bobby Billions]
I'm just praying for brighter days
sh*t been wicked, I thank God I'm alive today
n*ggas dead
I'm tryna get a million, tired of going on these missions
I'm tryna leave the trenches 'fore I'm stuck off in the system
This sh*t hit me, I'm tryin' to change
I just pray these n*ggas don't be outside today
Or they hit
I know that mama told you 'bout a thousand times
Careful, sh*t get wicked on my side of town
We don't f*ck around (It's a pain in the ghetto)
I'm tryna fight but something's gotta give (Something's gotta give)

[Outro: OG Bobby Billions]
Stuck off in these trenches, trenches
Tryna get a million 'fore they come and get me