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YN Jay - Better Days (Official Audio)

#YNJay #CoochieChronicles #BetterDays Listen to "Coochie Chronicles": https://smarturl.it/CoochieChronicles Follow YN Jay: ►Instagram:   / ynjay_   ►Twitter:   / ynjay__   ►SoundCloud:   / jayein-cantrell   ►TikTok: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeX7exK1/ ►YouTube:    / @ynjay4891   Lyrics: [Intro] Mark Bo marvid Nahhh, Free Rio, mannn [Chorus] Everyday I’m praying for them better days Me and my bitch had to separate I get so high like I elevate I was probably thinking ‘bout them M’s, they say let her pay Fans sent the money to my P.O. box, they said let her pay Damn I was just broke, it feel like yesterday I just made a hundred in a week, it took seven days Bitch I taught myself to ride a bike, you gotta pedal straight I don’t need a scale to eyeball, you gotta measure weight I just thought about me at the top, I had to meditate I just drunk a whole pint of lean, I had to medicate I just left my bitch where she stand, we had to separate I just pulled up in a transformer, it disintegrate I remember I was feeling good, now I’m feeling great [Verse] Niggah you ain’t really got no gun, you intimidated I just pulled up in a fast car, it’s a getaway If I ever had to catch a body, ima get away Even when I put my smile on her, I was feeling pain Is the love real from the people I ain’t see in a while It ain’t been the same Everybody looking got me feeling strange Everybody really wasn’t there, now they there though Want a piece of change You gotta start with yourself, you wanna see the change Niggah walked through the storm, I ain’t see the rain Life shit real, you gotta win, you can’t lose, you gotta beat the game Where the fuck the boss, I defeat the game Alright, I ain’t never go to school but I still made it out Chillin on Miami on the beach with my ankles out Got the Gucci slides on with my toes out Seen all the bitches that I fucked in one day, all my hoes out Boy you having baby momma problems, put your clothes out Be a niggah ass in the club, punch your nose out I remember days when I thought it was over, it was all good Having shootouts at block parties, it was all hood Oh you talkin’ ‘bout like mixed together? Rolling big dukes in the club, it was all wood I was late to class, bitch I had to bounce back like it was basketball Big gun, bitch go boom like cannonball Niggah tell a story in his raps, why you cappin’ dog? I be going crazy in the booth, why you snapping dog? Believe in me, ppl used to tell me, why you rapping dog? How the fuck you make it to the top? I was stackin’ dog I just hit the yeaaa, with the ahhh, I was slapping dogs [Chorus] Everyday I’m praying for them better days Me and my bitch had to separate I get so high like I elevate I was probably thinking ‘bout them M’s, they say let her pay Fans sent the money to my P.O. box, they said let her pay Damn I was just broke, it feel like yesterday I just made a hundred in a week, it took seven days Bitch I taught myself to ride a bike, you gotta pedal straight I don’t need a scale to eyeball, you gotta measure weight I just thought about me at the top, I had to meditate I just drunk a whole pint of lean, I had to medicate I just left my bitch where she stand, we had to separate I just pulled up in a transformer, it disintegrate I remember I was feeling good, now I’m feeling great