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    I came from drop tops and old school Chevy's
    Dope boys rollin' through, shittin' on ya heavy
    Fifteens in the trunk beatin' down your block
    Only 4 years old when Biggie got shot
    I remember playing on the block, hanging on the block
    Young niggas slanging on the block, getting off them rocks
    Now we livin' better now, Coogi sweater now
    Weather still getting colder, we could change the weather now
    But I...

    Came up in criminal days
    Living these criminal ways, what can I say
    Hugging the block every day
    Grindin' and making a way
    And that I pray, for better days
    That it don't be the same tomorrow
    Now I celebrate my sorrows with this bottle
    And say

    (Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey)
    I pray for more better days
    (Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey)
    I know that I can feel change

    Everyday ain’t good but everyday ain’t bad
    Mama always said show thanks for what you have
    Boy never forget to realize you're blessed
    This cold world can rot you if you let it
    Now I'm out here tryna get it, really out here tryna get it
    Always knew that I would make it, maybe it was so prophetic
    Cause I came from the bottom and the humbleness beginnings
    From the youngest nigga grindin' to the youngest nigga wining

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    Came up in criminal days
    Living these criminal ways, what can I say
    Hugging the block every day
    Grindin' and making a way
    And that I pray, for better days
    That it don't be the same tomorrow
    Now I celebrate my sorrows with this bottle
    And say

    (Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey)
    I pray for more better days
    (Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey)
    I know that I can feel change

    'Fore you die you make your mark and reach new levels
    Want the bread, want the diamonds and the bezels
    And if these bitches that you want, have several
    Just gotta know, lotta shit's temporary
    It won't last, no, no, it won't last, no
    Meaning it til' here
    Next thing you know it's all gone
    That's why I been on my grizzy outchea
    Long as I grind, better days are near

    Came up in criminal days
    Living these criminal ways, what can I say
    Hugging the block every day
    Grindin' and making a way
    And that I pray, for better days
    That it don't be the same tomorrow
    Now I celebrate my sorrows with this bottle
    And say

    (Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey)
    I pray for more better days
    (Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey)
    I know that I can feel change

    Song details

    Composition: Ronald Isley, Isley Ernie, The Isley Brothers, Isley Jasper, Treach (Us 2), Rock Vinnie, Kaygee (Us 1), Big Poppa, O'kelly Isley Jr, Vintage, Sean Mc Million, Robert Glasper, August, Knucklehead, Mr Cali, and Isley Brothers

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