🎵 Better Days (Acapella) // by MC Third Degree

2 ContributorsBetter Days (Acapella) Lyrics [Verse 1] I used to lace crack with capfuls of St. Ides 'Til it's sweet like wine, cut off a dime, then watch a fiend go blind They knew the time when it'd be 1st and 15th Me and my crew make it our duty to get back on the streets Come clean with the green, 'cause dead prez will leave a nigga dead Or instead, they'll have you running from the fuckin' Feds Bustin' lead until the rain drops red And ain't nobody seen shit, ain't nothin' more, ain't nothin' said In bed, I lay at night, I hope tomorrow is right Puffin' L's to ease the stress, but still prepared for gun fights All day, I just dream that I bust up on the scene With the chill Ac' Legend and when at night it turns green So just, how much longer could I continue the trife life? My best fights, makin' sure I stay from the crackpipe Some act like, that just because a few drugs is sold Get gear and gold, and now you wanna act bold? But, hold up – my baby millimeter's at your gut Hand over your riches, before I proceed to bust Never trusted a soul when money was bein' involved I hold chrome and roll deep like the mob Stay large, watch your back, to all my nappy heads And my niggas dead, sometimes I sit back in dread At times, we ran up as five up in the club, on one night But just before the night was over, we lost one in the fight [Chorus] Let your chrome shine Mr. Supreme, hit me off one time 3-R-D represents for the Nine (Southside) Knotty-headed niggas in the house, spark your lye (To the Eastside) Niggas in the streets, it's a sweep, do-or-die (The Westside) Recognize, all Sharpshooters, throw your Nine (AJ) G-O-D, hit me off with the line (C.A.) '85 plus Ignorance spells Divine (N.Y.) Conception Records, drop the beat one time [Verse 2] Never slept, 'cause if I did, it was my last breath Years passed and I'll be glad to see more years left Forget the madness and try to block the hate So the sons that you make, growin' up can relate I disregard my scars and – plus meditate ganj' J Focus on my rhymes while sippin' on Courvoisier Ain't nothin' changed, I still worship chrome To bring me safely home – in one piece, when will it cease? Stay strong, maintain a backbone, relax your dome Soon it will be known, we be the kings of our throne See, what I'm tryna say is I'm 100% Black Roots and cultures on the strength, represent Time to handle our biz, brother, picture this Leave that ----- by the devil 'cause the devil ain't shit (Everything's done changed) My family's broke You got kids pushin' coke to flip the cash for a C-Note (It's like the streets ain't the same) Encagement of my people Gates surround our projects, so now we can't be equal (We all know who's to blame) Our nation is surrenderin' Still lookin' down on my dark like it's a sin again (Keep it real and maintain) Son, I ain't even frontin' That's why I roll blunts – so what the fuck in life you want? [Chorus] Let your chrome shine Mr. Supreme, hit me off one time 3-R-D represents for the Nine Knotty-headed niggas in the house, spark your lye Niggas in the streets, it's a sweep, do-or-die (V.A.) Recognize, all Sharpshooters, throw your Nine G-O-D, hit me off with the line (T.X.) '85 plus Ignorance spells Divine Conception Records, drop the beat one time (Chi-Town) [Outro] One time (Third Degree represent) East, West (And all over) Uh! (And it's like that)