Rainy Days 2
Aye...
I was stuck in that rain for some days
My money up... yea my pockets is great
Blowin him down if he get in the way
Roll up a spliff, cause that boy in the grave
That boy is a pack he got turnt to a strain
Ain't feelin to great cause i'm feeling this pain
I'm coming up and that's word to my gang
And fuck all them niggas who speak on my name
Fuck all them niggas who speak on the set
Talk hot, hit that boy in his chest
I got stripes, i ain't talkin no ref
Gun em down, no that vest don't protect
It's back to basics we runnin that bag up shit, we jus gotta be patient
Young lil nigga and i'm just paper chasin'
All them nights it was rainin'
Only 16
Infrared hallows aim at his bean
Mike amiri pockets full of that green
This shit scary things ain't as they seem
He causing a scene
7th grade i got sent to the dean
We was posted with them glocks and them beams
No plan b all i got is 1 dream
Fuck all the opps cause they not on my team
We spin through his block if them niggas want problems
Catch em at night yeah that boy we gon rob him
Me and lil bro we like batman and robin
If we send shots we gon hit ain't no dodging
Smoking this gas i'm just facing my problems
Roll up a spliff watch me sprinkle the grabba
Link up with gang all the hoes they gon holla
I love the money in love wit dem dollars
We was stuck in the rain...
I lost my grandma, my auntie, this shit ain't the same
I lost my buzzin, this shit is insane
I gotta be great so i'm stuck in my ways
I'm tired of pain... no these niggas do not feel what i'm sayin
Spin through his block late at night now he brainless
His momma cryin' we leaving her faceless
I was stuck in that rain for some days
My money up... yea my pockets is great
Blowin him down if he get in the way
Roll up a spliff, cause that boy in the grave
That boy is a pack he got turnt to a strain
Ain't feelin to great cause i'm feeling this pain
I'm coming up and that's word to my gang
And fuck all them niggas who speak on my name
Fuck all them niggas who speak on the set
Talk hot, hit that boy in his chest
Igot stripes, i ain't talkin no ref
Gun em down, no that vest don't protect
It's back to basics we runnin that bag up shit, we jus gotta be patient
Young lil nigga and i'm just paper chasin'
All them nights it was rainin'
I was stuck in that rain for some days
My money up... yea my pockets is great
Blowin him down if he get in the way
Roll up a spliff, cause that boy in the grave
That boy is a pack he got turnt to a strain
Ain't feelin to great cause i'm feeling this pain
I'm coming up and that's word to my gang
And fuck all them niggas who speak on my name
Fuck all them niggas who speak on the set
Talk hot, hit that boy in his chest
I got stripes, i ain't talkin no ref
Gun em down, no that vest don't protect
It's back to basics we runnin that bag up shit, we jus gotta be patient
Young lil nigga and i'm just paper chasin'
All them nights it was rainin'
Only 16
Infrared hallows aim at his bean
Mike amiri pockets full of that green
This shit scary things ain't as they seem
He causing a scene
7th grade i got sent to the dean
We was posted with them glocks and them beams
No plan b all i got is 1 dream
Fuck all the opps cause they not on my team
We spin through his block if them niggas want problems
Catch em at night yeah that boy we gon rob him
Me and lil bro we like batman and robin
If we send shots we gon hit ain't no dodging
Smoking this gas i'm just facing my problems
Roll up a spliff watch me sprinkle the grabba
Link up with gang all the hoes they gon holla
I love the money in love wit dem dollars
We was stuck in the rain...
I lost my grandma, my auntie, this shit ain't the same
I lost my buzzin, this shit is insane
I gotta be great so i'm stuck in my ways
I'm tired of pain... no these niggas do not feel what i'm sayin
Spin through his block late at night now he brainless
His momma cryin' we leaving her faceless
I was stuck in that rain for some days
My money up... yea my pockets is great
Blowin him down if he get in the way
Roll up a spliff, cause that boy in the grave
That boy is a pack he got turnt to a strain
Ain't feelin to great cause i'm feeling this pain
I'm coming up and that's word to my gang
And fuck all them niggas who speak on my name
Fuck all them niggas who speak on the set
Talk hot, hit that boy in his chest
Igot stripes, i ain't talkin no ref
Gun em down, no that vest don't protect
It's back to basics we runnin that bag up shit, we jus gotta be patient
Young lil nigga and i'm just paper chasin'
All them nights it was rainin'
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Writer(s): Jalen Whitaker
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