Clavish - Better Person Lyrics

Yeah, 16th chapter, you get it?
Real niggas back in fashion type shit
You get it?
All the niggas out there livin' their f*ckin' Neverland bro
They're stuck in the past, they're livin' in the past
This is the future, you get it?
Bro showin' you the future, you know who it is already
Terror, OT, Nine behind the door, we got a piece left
You know how it goes already, we been doin' this
Ask about, you understand?
You know who it is already, Limeth Row, Stamford Hill
Long live NB, free the whole team

Yo
I respect the guys that don't treat me different based on the money I've made
I got demons that got a mind of their own, they don't do whatever I say
I'm the sunshine of my block, take me away, the skies are grey
Just know I can call Loopz anytime of the day, he'll do it anytime of the day
And that's for certain
Don't let this baby face fool you, I really put work in
I'm workin' on bein' a better person, lessons learnin'
Even though I ain't f*ckin' with you, them secrets won't ever touch the surface
And they don't want Terror free, that's Hackney boilin' and London burnin'
Shoulda gave my heart to her, had a thing for me back when I was servin'
No bars like I got no service
I can see those tables turnin'
You got everyone thinkin' we fell out for Ps, I'm hurtin'
If she's actually certi', I would give her the world and make sure all of her bags are Hermes
I just bought a mash with so many men, told mum I don't bang no burpees
All I gotta do is make one phone call and the trey 80s burpin'
It's curtains
I've always been trapped up by the time the birds were chirpin'
I've made phones that had no camera really start twerkin'
If my Goyard got no shank inside, it's probably 'cah SJ came with bine
He came it's live, so take your time and do what's right
Prison don't help my youngins sit down and think 'bout life
Or maybe he does, but after guns and knives
If I could go back in time, woulda poked up (shh) ten times, not five
I'm a f*cked up person
All this trauma, all this gang shit
All this fame shit got me anxious but grateful, so it's God I'm thankin'
But I got questions like, "Why would You let NB die without givin' a warning?"
Now I'm all angry
Now I'm all thinkin', "Did I spend all those years with him, meanwhile You planned this?"
Young kids look up to me, so I really take time with them Insta' captions (captions)
Told my youngins, "Go back home if they come outside without bringin' their ratchet"
Bullets fly, make sure you don't catch it
A lot of rappers rapping static never done shit, that's worse than a catfish
In person, now it's all bafflin'
I still got that nerd even though we ain't the best of friends no longer
I won't stand next to them
Free the guys in the cage, no end to end
Free Terror (Terror)
For the last 3000 days and nights, he slept in pen'
Good luck to the next guy AR shaves, 'cause I know it won't be any less than ten
I'm settin' trends, it depends
My shooter wanna know where and when
You got no idea how much I'd spend to see my niggas not here again
Got hoes from LA back down to Manny
F*ck I look like goin' on a glide and drivin'? I'm in the passy
My stack was slim, now that shit's a fatty
I supply my guys with glees and vespas, they hate the fact my team progressin'
Pretty hoes sometimes don't f*ck, just suck my dick to release my stresses
I'm big on loyalty, so I don't really got the time to be second guessin'
Can't have no opp run up on me, so I made- my second wettin'
Gov's gotta put bro in single cells
Leave my mark on every single girl
Every single cell, every single scale, every single bell, I mean, every single
It's up and stuck 'til I'm old and wrinkled
I play the streets, but it's not that simple
Figurin' out the balance between music and street shit's not that simple
One in his pouch and one in his hand
Told Uncle P, "Go easy on Meech, he's just a boy, becomin' a man"
My savage don't want money when he's home, just wants a gun when he lands
He told, now he can't run with the gang
My ways don't come from mum and my dad
Third stike and he still ain't done with the trap