Better Now

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]

Capo, go...

I pray to the Lord, Rakim check out my melody (Peace God)

Talk tough where tough is what you better be (Wassup?)

I'm still handin' out smack just like I'm sellin' D (Facts)

I spit like her-on up in the 70s

Shit, I'm Nicky Barnes with the flow (Arrggh!)

You gotta block, you gotta bomb, you gon' blow (Arrggh!)

Uh, like Frank Lucas with the bars (Catch it)

Gun in the drop like I'm shootin' at the stars (Boom!)

Gotta be a man of your actions

Never take the stand on your faction (Never)

Runnin' through the back door I got the back end

Drug dealer car, so you know I got the black Benz (Woo!)

AMG or that 63 kitted (Go)

Name a V, I promise bitch we did it (Facts)

Hopped out and we was drip drip drippin' (Uh)

Might need a mop but they won't catch me slippin' (No)

Lookin' for the keys, the cars don't have ignitions (No)

Was dreamin 'bout the coke 'til I woke up in the kitchen (for real)

Shit, you ever woke up in the trap (Huh)

2 pumpers, 1 fiend smokin' up the crack? (Oh)

[Chorus: Marc Scibilia (Fred The Godson)]

If you go, I won't forget now

But I hope that I don't let you down

I will carry your light 'til I'm in the ground (ah, right)

But I hope that I won't let you down, down down

[Verse 2: Fred The Godson]

(TBM, it's GORRRDO!)

Chop by the house, picture perfection

They cop by the crib like witness protection (Woo!)

Driver probation, whippin' a XM

Send me location, send you directions

Me, white girl and a pot, orgies, I know (Facts)

If it's 'bout guap, call me (?)

You could get shot for a G, I know

Put ya sons in ya wills like 4 Gaidos (Hahaha)

They in love with the coco (Coco), O.T. Genasis

Uncle told me "Nah no!", he was OT Genesis

Streets of Rage cartridge, know I'm a nemesis

Drop the roof on a model

Seen sentences like I'm proof readin' a novel (Ah)

Free Hov, free Bloody Grip

(?) from a OJ, left the glove on the strip (Damn!)

Man wife gave him a snub for a gift (Uh huh)

Shooter from the Uber get you Lyft

Pistol whip ya face, boy, got him in the lip

Wasn't baseball, it was the bottom of the fifth (Woo!)

Front me the base, boy, got you on the flip (Flip)

TBM, we be on some shit (TBM)

Screw on the silencer, sound off (Shhh)

Fuck with my circle, I let a round off, God

[Chorus: Marc Scibilia]

If you go, I won't forget now

But I hope that I don't let you down

I will carry your light 'til I'm in the ground

But I hope that I won't let you down, down down