The Rain - HD

Seeing shadows smoke kryptonite

And when I wake, won’t remember what I did this night…

Long as my kids is right

Forbid this life, with all the promises that’s made to be broken

Scuba diving in a codeine ocean

Screw-driving, car feel like it’s floating, through the backstreets

Rat Pack in the backseat

Sammy Davis and Frank Sinatra

Not the ones that’ll whisper to coppers, big guns

That’ll whistle and flock up 'fore the missiles come drop you

Share some words with Oscar Grant the third

Bet Johannes Mehserle get what he deserve

Pass my buddy the herb, to disappear through the

Clouds of smoke, this feeling that I’m feeling is dope

This rhyme chilling like my pen off coke

Cause this the illest shit I ever wrote

Secret society of criminals that never broke

Facing a double life sentence, all he got is hope, just to cope…

It seem like just yesterday we had no pots to piss in

No money to cop spliffs to put piff in

Cracked our first pyrex in your granny’s kitchen

Closer to each other when the money was distant

Now he gone and I miss him, wishing I was with him…

Summertime grittin', trnya get it how I live it

Niggas in my trap whipping and it ain’t no soup kitchen

Pitbull by the door, if a nigga come tripping

Squeeze it to the limit, leave a bitch nigga timid

22s like Emmet, 33s like Pippen

Rock 23 like Jordan when I’m scoring

When it rain in the Ice, it get to pouring

Looking at a felony, you better get your lawyer

Chee-Chee and L-Boogie's feeling just like Lauryn

Choking on the sweetest thing, got me high soaring

Through the sky, free Lil Rod on 61-I

Turned into a high-speed, started as a joy ride

RIP Lil C, that’s just how the boy died

Two eyes on my Glock, you could call me four-eyes

Two gerbers, that mean I’m finna pour five

Fake niggas telling fairy tales like story-time

I remember the drama, and the pain it brung

At a early age, a user of weed and guns

I was corrupted as a young nigga man…

Legit don’t matter, climbing up this ladder

Destruct you, rocking with my thang in public

XP like an egg carton, he hold dozen

But I will Smith like Jada’s husband

Feeling like Akon, I still will kill

Whites beating niggas down like they did Emmet Till

Now for Lovelle Mixon bust off your steel

Because whenever I die, I wanna go out real

He died for the cause, not a ripped up bill

Tried to sell him K-Roll, copped a brick and a Sig

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we burned the Joseph, pigs with a license to kill

Got birds, lawsuit I hope they get up from here, thank you…