[Chorus: Emanny]
I try and push the game away
But it seems it always comes and find me
Look for better days
But it keep coming back for me
Seem everywhere I go
Same trouble always finds me
Look for better days
But it keeps coming back for me

[Verse 1: Benny The Butcher & 38 Spesh]
I used to stand on the block, with french braids
Different bank rolls, same clothes for ten days
Yo Ben, they can't believe we trapped from the sixth grade
Now the crib laid and the watches is Swiss-made
Everything changed my n***a, we can't complain
See I'm not gon' entertain when these n***as speak my name
I'm hot, so my best option's to keep it plain
It's not, our best option's to leave the game
Been wanted to go, but I was still neutral
The handshakes and hugs don't feel like they used to
I was looking for a payout, a way out the streets
Full of pressure, cuz I know they only way out was me
And if I wash my hands with it, will they still feel me?
Or will my innocence make me feel guilty
You see my hands still filthy, my plan was to build realty
I was hurt 'til them drug bills healed me
Trust!
[Chorus: Emanny]
I try and push the game away
But it seems it always comes and find me
Look for better days
But it keep coming back for me
Seem everywhere I go
Same trouble always finds me
Look for better days
But it keeps coming back for me

[Verse 2: 38 Spesh & Benny The Butcher]
Ayo, now I got money in the streets, that’s bout to bring beef
And two of my cribs got hit in the same week
Spesh, I feel your pain deep, sometimes I can't sleep
Thinkin' 'bout the cash I spent on shit I ain't need
Yo Benny, they hate me 'cause the car ain't leased
So I don't say hi to these n***as, I say peace
Now I don't stop on the block, I just beep
Knowing when I leave, n***as saying fuck me
But you know the streets is full of hate, they only know how to judge
You ever ran an operation, and don't gotta budge?
I left the numbers on my phone in case they don't got a plug
So when I walk away from 'em, they don't got a grudge
Understand we from a place where nobody love
It's a whole lot of hate, and a whole lot of drugs
See we smoke by the pound while they smoke by the dub
We each both got a snub when we go by the club
Let's go, Trust!
[Chorus: Emanny]
I try and push the game away
But it seems it always comes and find me
Look for better days
But it keep coming back for me
Seem everywhere I go
Same trouble always finds me
Look for better days
But it keeps coming back for me