Things Will Get Brighter

[Hook] Ooh child, things are gonna get easier Ooh child, things will get brighter Ooh child, things are gonna get easier Ooh child, things will get brighter [Verse 1] Standing on the set, kush on my breath Shooter to my left tryna earn some respect I was on that street shit Dropped out of school ‘cause I thought I'd never be shit Know I got the weed, what you got? Give me three, shit Same fuck nigga man, always on that cheap shit Talking 'bout he fucked up but always on some free shit You ain't got no money, you ain't gettin' no fucking weed, bitch Look, real hustler, serving all the fiends Man I'm all about the cream, I'll sell a bitch a dream Street nigga, never sell out on my team I was in investigation, I ain't tell them boys a thing I was taught never talk, never sing War time, youngins always kept a Glock with a beam You niggas buggin' man, keep that shit a hunnid man Talking all that tough shit but you ain't really thuggin' man [Hook] Ooh child, things are gonna get easier Ooh child, things will get brighter Ooh child, things are gonna get easier Ooh child, things will get brighter [Verse 2] Fuck a punchline, I was bagging up dimes Trapping when it's crunch time, youngins on the front line Real shit, tryna make a dollar out of fifteen cent Gotta sell these Knicks, help my momma pay the rent Light skin as shit but I'm known to use my fists Trapping like I'm Mitch, I get money, fuck a bitch Stacking all my chips, got me feeling like I'm rich But then again I'm feeling like 50 when he dropped "Many Men" Only got myself, I don't trust any man Pull up to the club, they like, "Let Bibby in," I snuck a semi in Niggas know I cop jewels and I drop jewels But the jewelry that I buy, I will not lose Yeah I had to learn the streets but it's not school Talking business 'round a bitch, shit is not cool [Hook] Ooh child, things are gonna get easier Ooh child, things will get brighter Ooh child, things are gonna get easier Ooh child, things will get brighter [Verse 3] Free James, my nigga, fight dirty When you out here in these streets, gotta watch out for these birdies And I keep God with me so nobody else could hurt me But I still get nervous, so I'm gripping on the thirty You gotta feel this I take you through the block like a field trip One mistake, it cost your life, real quick Where every young nigga wanna be real rich Only thing they know how to do, rob and kill shit I know it's fucked up, but I'm happy that I lucked up Got my bucks up, all my niggas, what's up? I grew up a fucking screw up Got introduced to the game, that's when everything changed Self-made, nobody taught me a thing Buying all these chains, tryna get rid of the pain Street life, I done that, I seen that And this one for my city, man I love you, I mean that [Hook] Ooh child, things are gonna get easier Ooh child, things will get brighter Ooh child, things are gonna get easier Ooh child, things will get brighter