Better Days Babyface Ray

[Intro]
(David Wesson)

[Verse 1]
Where your chips at? I heard you get that
Secure the bag and then I flip that, you know I'm with that
They always ask me where my cup at, they know I sip that
I pop a Perc' just like a Tic Tac, come get your bitch back, yeah
I told me baby, I don't want nothing, just pray for me
And when my money go, she gon' go, she ain't gon' wait for me
If you ain't got it, you ain't never getting it, it's too late to be
Running 'round like you run the bands, man, get away from me
Running 'round like I run the town, I made a way for us
Niggas act like they been sipping, you ain't waste enough
Chasing money, never chasing bitches, they be chasing us
Bring my scale, I don't trust these niggas, let me weigh it up
Counting up, you be laying up, got your bae with us
Red and yellow, mix it in one pot, that's Hi-Tech and Tuss'
[?] for them dead Pres', might hijack the bus
All my friends are dead, Lil Uzi in my jacket tucked

[Chorus]
Praying for better days, praying for better days
Praying for better days, it gotta be better ways
Praying for better days, praying for better days
Praying for better days, I run with the heavyweights
Praying for better days, praying for better days
Praying for better days, it gotta be better ways
I'm praying for better days, praying for better days
Praying for better days, I run with the heavyweights, nigga