Better Things lyrics

[Intro]
We got this drunk dude in the middle of the street
(He just told me, he just told me)
He said he was gonna sh*t on us
Oh my god, look at him
Don't need that sh*t
I look like I need that?
(You can bet I got better things to do than that)
(You can bet I got better things)

[Verse 1: Oh No]
Now look what this cheddar brings
Custom everything, swerve in everybody's lane
I pull up to the curve then beef with 'em like Clubber Lang (hey, woman)
Then throw their chick in some nuts like P.F. Changs
I call that special the Kung Pao
The magnum come loud then kick in the mouth, the Kung Lao
But somehow someway
I keep coming up with more ways to earn them dollar bucks
Monster trucks, crushing you f*ckers
Big wheeling, four by four
Hauling a two by four, that's Jim Duggan
Way to-OHHHH, waving the black flag, f*ck it
I break down them roaches as if they tree nuggets
It smell sh*tty, don't it?It's just a repellent for all opponents
And you can bet your whole city on it
Pass the keys and the deeds, n*gga we moving in 'em
Switching the locks on your door, welcome your newest tenants
[Interlude]
You can bet I got better things to do than that
You can bet I got better things

[Verse 2: The Alchemist]
Look what the kitty drug in-
Side of his mouth, a dirty rat stuck in the city thuggin'
Cable box at an angle to keep the sh*tty plug in
di*kie suit with the pocket to keep the Griffey gloves in
Up to bat, I swing and knock the meat up out your pumpkin
It's expected for me to come more rugged than bum skin
With the calluses, I'll smoke the paralysis
Hold a mallah stick and bang my intention was malicious
(f*ck her right in the pus*y)
That's what the challenge is
Raw like GG Allen, is flier than fake suede New Balances
Machine gun the label, they fail to pay up the balances
Heavy caliber, still taking things out the ovens like Mary Calendar
Professors compare me to Jerry Salinger
Many habits from the Hills, like Lenny Kravitz
Equalize the dope, throw the compressor on the lettuce baggage

[Outro]
You know, like, you press the lettuce, son, you know, like, the loud pack is too loud
You gotta compress it, turn it down and sh*t
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