"Gotta Do Better & Pray" lyrics

Q- Q- QRN, yeah, yeah

Lil' shorty, I miss ya
I know I'm distant, girl, I'm chasin' the skrilla
She know that I ain't been the same since I lost my lil' nigga
On top of that, I caught a case, they got me lost in the system
Been through so many heartbreaks, I got so much on my mental
Locked behind bars, my heart scarred, like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do I miss them foreign broads? Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shootouts out them foreign cars, like, yeah, yeah, yeah
I ran this shit up with my boys like, yeah, yeah, yeah
I hit my knees like, "It's a lot for a thug nigga" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck the police 'cause ain't no love for a drug dealer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Want me with life up in prison
I know it's short, but it's the life in the trenches (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Girl, you so right, I'm in my feelings, I should give you a million

My lil' niggas want me slingin' thirties (Slingin' thirties)
But I gotta do better and pray
Pussy nigga dissed me, he got murdered
Murdered the boy on the curb right there, swingin' K's

Bitch, I know so many dead boys like I'm Boose
I caught a fed charge, now I'm paranoid they gon' do me
Swear I can hear my grandma voice, she 'posed to be in a movie
Talkin' to me like, "TyQuain, you made it out, boy, you stupid"
I feel like Snoop out Baby Boy 'cause it ain't shit I ain't seen
Youngin really ain't got no choice, he trappin', servin' them fiends
Whoever thought that I'd be on this rappin' shit was a dream
I made some millions off this shit without my face on a tee

Lil' shorty, I miss ya
I know I'm distant, girl, I'm chasin' the skrilla
She know that I ain't been the same since I lost my lil' nigga
On top of that, I caught a case, they got me lost in the system
Been through so many heartbreaks, I got so much on my mental
Locked behind bars, my heart scarred, like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do I miss them foreign broads? Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shootouts out them foreign cars, like, yeah, yeah, yeah
I ran this shit up with my boys like, yeah, yeah, yeah
I hit my knees like, "It's a lot for a thug nigga" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck the police 'cause ain't no love for a drug dealer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Want me with life up in prison
I know it's short, but it's the life in the trenches (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Girl, you so right, I'm in my feelings, I should give you a million

My lil' niggas want me slingin' thirties (Slingin' thirties)
But I gotta do better and pray
Pussy nigga dissed me, he got murdered
Murdered the boy on the curb right there, swingin' K's

Shorty, I need you on my side, this ain't my first time doin' time
I promise this my last time, I know I said that last time
My pen and pad, I'm writin' rhymes, just tryna get me through the time
Things on my mind, but every time she ask me, I'ma say I'm fine
I need somebody for to hold me
I been goin' through this by my lonely
No, you ain't gotta be my bitch, just be my homie
Place in your heart, it ain't no way to go
I hope this be your favorite song on the radio

Lil' shorty, I miss ya
I know I'm distant, girl, I'm chasin' the skrilla
She know that I ain't been the same since I lost my lil' nigga
On top of that, I caught a case, they got me lost in the system
Been through so many heartbreaks, I got so much on my mental
Locked behind bars, my heart scarred, like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do I miss them foreign broads? Like, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shootouts out them foreign cars, like, yeah, yeah, yeah
I ran this shit up with my boys like, yeah, yeah, yeah
I hit my knees like, "It's a lot for a thug nigga" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck the police 'cause ain't no love for a drug dealer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Want me with life up in prison
I know it's short, but it's the life in the trenches (Like, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Girl, you so right, I'm in my feelings, I should give you a million (Like, yeah, yeah, yeah)