Better Than My Last

[Refrain] Mama journalist, I don't read the papers So I'm fixing that more and more and more Daddy pimp a girl, I can't be a whore So you know I’m fixing that more and more and more Ex said I'm an angel, I'm a monster And that hater hate me more and more and more I don't know how to really act But you know my next showing will be better than my last [Verse 1] Climb up the stairs, step up to the plate Pocket full of tens, canvas full of grey Girl my back hurts now how much do I owe you I’m guaranteed to grow soon Luggage in the corner, portable me Sub-ject sus-pect, the chorus agrees Something like a road cat, something like a flea In the ear of the big dog, at times I’m a bit large Year of the frequent flyer, year of the screwy Ran away so fast I swear I never knew me Didn’t look back, just getting to that Moved six times in three years, fool You unpack I gotta lot going on, a great idea can be a boring song So I wake up from near death most nights In a rush cause I’m worried about my near life You hear me right I’m cuddling my crazy It’s hard to trust me but I cook amazing gravy Tastes good on anything you willing to bang out You can have it later when your fav-o-rites flame out [Break] Hey, what you talking bout [Refrain] [Verse 2] Another rapper found dead I guess brother's don’t mind trading lead for lead I know why you chose rap, get out from the struggle Not knowing what they say that nigga in the club do So pardon moi for the flossing When I get off the road I toss dollars to the wind But I couldn’t see myself dying for the cause Cause a lotta lines that I tend to rhyme get lost Or is that a shame Or is that the game Oh, that’s the same thang Y'all be changing, trying to change what They coming for your shit and they aiming for your gut I warm up tummies, my product stay love You scorn-fucked dummies should get your hate up Or ya ni-cest spi-ces, get your plates up Cause I’m better than anything you have a taste fa [Break] [Outro] Step one, gotta get yourself spun Nobody gonna know you better than you hun Step two, you gonna need better shoes I know it's stupid but those are the rules Step three, decoding your pedigree Just know what you're facing in your worst enemy, then we go to Step four, you ain't heard this before Next year's pimp is last year's whore So I'm better than my last