The Better Life lyrics

[Letra de "The Better Life"]

[Intro]
Better Life
[?] for the better life
Them homies be mobbin' for the...
Better Life (Yeh)
Back
Kidd is back
2015

[Verso 1]
Just wait humble, stacks commin'
95 flames is the sh*t we runnin'
b*tch I came from Spain
Back in that land motherf*ckers don't play
Ain't no time for these lames
They say that Kidd is a problem
You gon' end up like I've been jumped
I gotta have that sh*t on my veins so
Give me the lean
Give me the weed
Money for my fam is all I need
Back on Spain
Shots on the field
Shoot, run away, before I get killed
That's why I'm solo in this new hood
Shout out to all my true bloods
We are on soo woo
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That keep heading this in my true troops
f*ck it, imma a give it one hunned
Homies sold dope for the money
I still dreaming with a black Maseratti
Straight on clothes I'm a fashion designer
95 flames that's fashion designer
Got my own brand, these b*tches go like: damn
Yeah, I know she gon' like that, f*ck a bad b*tch with a nice tat
[Estribillo]
That's why I'm runnin' outside, while they hatin' on us
For my squad and my mom for the better life
They hating cuz they know we rocking and these b*tches won't stop coming
On the Spain homies be mobbin' for the better life

[Puente]
[?]
For the money we go sick
Money over everything
Money over everything
[?]
For the money we go sick
Money over everything
Money over everything

[Verso 2]
Homies call me Pablo, Esco Esco Esco
And your hoe call me chulo guapo, looking for the pesos
Like el Chapo, en el bando, press the trigger, hasta luego
Dirty money but i keep it clean
All my stuff sound nuevo
I got the leave turned around on an on
Cali from CAN that's whatsup
Always keeping it real till I die
Fat ass b*tch, she oh my god
She oh my god, she on my lap
All odds on me, pockets gettin' fat
She said she Brooklyn, she Nasty Nas
She nasty butt, she call me fast
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
I'mma OG got the plug on Atlanta
Straight Colombian [?]
A lot with the toy guns, young chico loco
Shout out Shima [?]
Young designer, young Ali
My clothes more fresh than Karim's
With a hot chick, and a love be
On Spain on the field like Tali
Bad b*tches see me and call me papi
Mamita see me getting money
She pop that pus*y like honney
[Estribillo]
That's why I'm runnin' outside, while they hatin' on us
For my squad and my mom for the better life
They hating cuz they know we rocking and these b*tches won't stop coming
On the Spain homies be mobbin' for the better life

[Puente]
[?]
For the money we go sick
Money over everything
Money over everything
[?]
For the money we go sick
Money over everything
Money over everything