Things Could Be Worse lyrics

[Intro: Nyck Caution]
Yeah
Uh

[Verse 1: Nyck Caution]
Okay, I'm so beyond it
From Mill Basin to Coney Island, I'm South Brooklyn's finest
I did a lot, but I still gotta top it
I guess you cursed with that when you got a habit to polish
So I be in the lab workin' like Dexter and Deedee
'Cause you only as good as the last record you dropping
I got it, yo, I can't break my promise
You dudes be out of pocket
So you don't get the time of day or no cash from my wallet
Work on your craft 'fore you comment
I was in the basement with Trevor and chronic
Rappin' under blankets and smokin' some chronic
Lower the music because his mom sleepin'
But the loud got us here, how f*ckin' ironic
They called me dumb and obnoxious, now I'm young and iconic
Joel Embiid, gotta trust in the process
Went from underage drinking Hpnotiq
Dreaming 'bout makin' profit
Lost some soldiers who was vital to the progress
I know they pullin' some strings from above me
So I can't let them down, yo, I promise
I'm done being modest
I'm getting everything and more 'til I'm rotted
Just a product of the people who believed in the kid
I owe it all to ya
Yeah, I'll be the vessel for ya
Yeah, I know this game is both a gift and a curse
But things could be worse
[Chorus: Jake Luttrell]
Things could be worse (Yeah)
Riding through the rhythms of a gift and a curse
Feeling heavensent, watch me lift up the earth
Let my words
Fall off my tongue
Got an angel up above, says go off and run
Fill my glass, take a lap, you woke up the son, I'm the one

[Verse 2: CJ Fly]
Fly
I'm from where they buck shots and all the Jamaicans scream Bloodclawt
I was one block away when they shot up the bus stop
Ain't see one cop, the hood was so hot, and it such shocked
Keep a gun c*cked or you gonna end up the one popped
Seventeen, I was stepping over empty shell cases
Crime scenes, yellow tape, I've seen plenty pale faces
We stay heated, but we always wondered where this Hell place is
Might come off as little harsh, might as well face it
This still ain't easy to grasp
Connecting with your friends or fam a thing of the past
Call and check up on someone, it's a struggle just to do that
Just because they just seen you post what you doing on to an app
I think that that sh*t is wack, uh
My work will speak for itself, I'm done talking
I'll get so off the radar, they gon' be the ones stalking
All I ever heard was dog barking and gun sparking
But in 2021, I'll be seeing my son walking
The person I'm becoming better than the one I was
Lost some friends over the years, gave up tryna be a thug
Some ain't dead, they still alive, some of them deserve a slug
We all got naysayers, you could tell 'em join the club
I did it all for ya
And you did nothing for me
I know this game could be a gift and a curse
But things could be worse
Things could be worse
[Chorus: Jake Luttrell]
Things could be worse (Yeah)
Riding through the rhythms of a gift and a curse
Feeling heavensent, watch me lift up the earth
Let my words
Fall off my tongue
Got an angel up above, says go off and run
Fill my glass, take a lap, you woke up the son, I'm the one

[Outro: Jake Luttrell]
You woke up the son, I'm the— ooh
You woke up the son, I'm the—
I'm the one