Rain

Told these fuck boys not to dare me if they dare they would be dead
Everyday I'm hustling, putting cheese into my bread
Talking shit behind my back they don't even know I heard
I don't fuck around with snitches, bros be acting like the feds
It's okay though
Mostly I just lay low
Praying to my God that music still gon pay though
And it got to pay yeah I say so
And it got to pay yeah I say so
I just want a couple million bags like I'm bezos
Extendo,is how I lay a clip tell haters halo
I'm shooting for the stars, ain't no smoke I gotta pop
Life's a movie not a park
I'm just chilling with the stars
Roll the j and make I cast
Make I cast yeah

I'm sipping on my Hennessy
Thinking bout my dreams that I wanna live and reminisce
Trynna wash a lot of sins
Trynna get a lot of chicks
I'm just trynna pull up in a Bentley just by making hits
I'm swearing
I'm swearing on my mama imma get there
Riding out the coup with a shawty in a red hair
Whispering into my ear
Now she down she giving head
I'm about to loose myself
Damn
My rear view mirror started looking blurry
God forgive me cause it's looking scary
Shih keeps circling in loops like it's Tom & Jerry
I hope you bless me now please God I'm in a hurry
Make it Rain
To the fuck boys that be talking shih behind my back
Best believe I still got the guap and givers never lack
I ain't never lacked
We was 3 boys when we began to trap
Now my Brodie got a Benz and he be chilling that's a fact
But one of them said something sneaky
Talking bout he ain't got the guap but he be drippy
And that's so cheeky boy
You know that I put you on in certain situations
But I ain't gone speak on it so that's so silly

(Carol on the phone)



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