Things Could Be Worse Lyrics

Okay, I'm so beyond it
Mill basin to Coney Island
I'm south Brooklyn's finest
I did a lot
But I still gotta top it
I guess you cursed with that
When you got a habit to polish
So I be in the lab workin like dexter and deedee
Cause you only as good as the last records you dropping
And I can't break my promise
You dudes be out of pocket
So you don't get the time of day
Or no cash from my wallet
Work on your craft for you comment
I was in the basement with Trevor and chronic
Rappin under blankets and smokin some chronic
Lower the music because his mom sleepin
But the loud got us here
How f*ckin ironic
They called me dumb and obnoxious
But now I'm young and iconic
Joel Embiid
Gotta trust in the process
Went from underage drinking hypnotic
Dreaming bout makin profit
Lost some soldiers who was vital to the progress
I know they pullin some strings from above me
So I can't let them down yo I got this
I'm done being modest
I'm getting everything and more
Til I'm rotted
Just a product of the people who believed in the kid
I owe it all to ya
I'll be the vessel for ya
I know this game is both a gift and a curse
But things could be worse

Things could be worse
Riding through the rhythms of a gift and a curse
Feeling heaven sent watch me lift up the earth
Let my words
Float off my tongue
Got an angel up above says go off and run
Fill my glass take a lap you woke up the son I'm the one

Fly!
I'm from where they buckshots
And all the Jamaicans scream Bloodclawt I was one block
Away when they shot up the bus stop
Ain't see one cop
The hood was so hot
And in such shocked
Keep a gun cocked
Or you gonna end up the one popped
17, I was stepping over empty shell cases
Crime scenes, yellow tape, I've seen plenty pale faces
We stay heated, but we always wondered where this Hell place is
Might come off as lil harsh might as well face it

This still ain't easy to grasp
Connecting with friends or fam
Is a thing of the past
Call and check up someone, its a struggle just to do that
Just because they just seen you post what I doing on to an app
I think that that shit is wack
My work will speak for it self, I'm done talking
I'll get so off radar they gone be the ones stalking
All I ever heard was dog barking and gun sparking
But in 2021 I'll be seeing my son walking
The person I'm becoming
Better than the one I was
Lost some friends over the years
Gave up tryna be a thug
Some ain't dead they still alive
Some of them deserve a slug
We all got naysayers
You could tell em join the club
I did it all for you
And you did nothing for me
I know this game is both a gift and a curse
But things could be worse
Things could be worse

Things could be worse
Riding through the rhythms of a gift and a curse
Feeling heaven sent watch me lift up the earth
Let my words
Float off my tongue
Got an angel up above says go off and run
Fill my glass take a lap you woke up the son I'm the one

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