CJ Fly - Things Could Be Worse lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 fu*kin 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2: CJ Fly] FLY! Im 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 co*ked Or you gonna end up the one popped 17, I was stepping over empty shell cases Crime scenes, yellow tape, Ive 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 a its astruggle just to do that Just because they just seen you post what I doing on to an app I think that that sh*t is wack My work will speak for it self Im done talking Ill get so off radar they gone be the ones stalking All i ever heard dog barking & 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 ya 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 [Chorus] 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