Better Than

[Hook: Kaydence] Coulda been still up in the hood Shakin' up, stickin', stickin' up Anyone that would come through [?] I was livin' up, middle finger up Still don't give a fuck 'bout it man It's [?] So I'm livin' better now Coogi sweater now Drop top the Benz I'm the man girlfriend So when they ask me how I do I'm doin better I'm doin better than I should [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] I know they all had me counted out Gettin' all that illegal money, I would count it out In front of a corner bodega, I was down and out With a gun on my waist for the haters I would shout it out "FUCK THE WORLD!" from the loudest mouth And I meant every word of that, and that's without a doubt Everyday it would never changed, just the same old thing Tryna come up with different ways for me to scrape some change Ramen noodles, beef patties from right up the block Chicken wings, French fries from the Chinese spot Good smoke, plastic cup filled up to the top And dice games that I would stick up if I lost a lot Say what y'all wanna say that's just how I was Before this music popped, I was a different Yaowa cuz Like, where you from? Who you know? Where you goin'? Thank God that I can flow [Hook] [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] I daydreamed about this on the stairs With good weed smoke cloudin' up the hallway air Brown paper bag coverin' the strongest beer In my project lobby, now my lobby got a concierge I remember all the winters troopin' up the ave Snow was everywhere, I'm tryin' not to bust my ass Walk the furthest from the curb cause with the luck I had That disgusting splash used to soak me when the bus would pass Now the bus look like an ant when I'm takin' flight And I could turn a boring day into a Vegas night From that pint of E&J that I would chase with Sprite To them pretty bottles of Rosé on the way with lights I fantasized now i'm livin' out my fantasy I know them haters mad at me like, "Yo how can this be?" I fucked two bad bitches in a row Everyday I thank God that I can flow [Hook] [Verse 3: Maino] Thank God I found heaven yup Peace sign, that's me throwin' my blessings up Coulda been in that cell, prayin' they let me up Daydreamin' 'bout being free, not missin' [?] Coulda been six feet, deep in a hole Trapped in the game, the devil after my soul Coulda been in back of the car traffickin' blow But I'm lion-hearted, I found the yellow brick road Now it's plenty liquor, singles for these strippers Goddamn right if she dime, I'm gon lick her Young dope boys they screamin' I'm that nigga Ten bad bitches, me and my niggas Thinkin' back on my worst days Now we sip champagne when we thirsty, hey! I guess I'm livin' like I should When they ask me how I'm doin, I say, "Better than good" [Hook]