Lyrics:
rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's
Too smooth
You can't even touch me in a mosh pit
Ima take my pride to my grave bitch
Police come around i don't say shit
Too real i don't buy that fake
wasn't even there, nigga! Ayy
Bro, I'mma come clean, you got me
Jay in first
I'm in third! Where the fuck you at?!
Yo blue! What place did you come in?
The black bone is on the table
You think it could be Dad
It could be anyone you care about
Looking out by the window
The sky has turned to black
kon
A nigga lying like a rug
That coke boy music that kinda
Shit you get chills for
Round table get the bread and
Butter 'fore the meal come
Talk about
manipulate me
When I'm a real OG
Come and get you in your dream
Call yourself sleeping on me
That's on the gang you gone C
before I let you hoe me
Started from
better kneel
When you see me comin
Big Scoob got em runnin
Sex when I flex I catch
Wreck on the world tour
With dough in my pockets big
Like the Biscuit's
TARGET
Braggin em taggin em draggin em mad hollow-point rhymes in my mic
Choose Smith or assault over Magnum (huh)
So back up off me, here's a clip
Most people would consider this illegal
Since we are the best and
You'd agree with me right, no need to debate
The way we run shit
See we're kind
[Parrish Smith]
Back to take mine, like Jordan, goin baseline
Create rhyme, break spines, when it's showtime
Niggas wanna doubt me, talk about P
No
Damn Gucci Mane, you so unruly
If I'm standing in ya way, then pussy nigga
Come move me 10-17, yeah that's my movement
Got 10 young killers on the back
Bessie was more than just a friend of mine
We shared the good times and the bad
Many years have since passed me by
I still recall the best thing I
When the lights shut off
And it's my turn to settle down
My main concern
Promise that you will sing about me
Promise that you will sing about me
out, I keep on tripping
Ain't no back and forth dissing that shit really tippin
I'm fishin' that blocks if I see em I clip em
They know about fats when
ha-ha)
[Chorus]
Ay, you better know I'm going all-out, whatever the cost
So fuck whoever hating', I'm the king of the South
You gon' forever see me
How a savior came from glory
How He gave His life on Cavalry
To save a wretch like me
I heard about His groaning
Of His precious blood's atoning
Then I
you can't pay the fee,
Shout out my nigga fee.
See every mother fucker at the door don't get a key,
You outside lookin' in, so tell me what you see
bust it
They came in late
I see em walkin' down the street
They bumpin' this dope tape
Before you come around me
Lookin' for protection
I'm lettin' em
music) get on the dance floor
Talk about (pop, pop, pop music) talk about, talk about
C'mon
Talk about (pop, pop, pop music) talk about (uh-huh)
Talk
saying?
R.I.P B.I.G, nigga R.I.P P.A.C, R.I.P
I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this is how it feel, how to rob a industry nigga
Don't take this shit 'cause we
weight by the key and backed up every gram
And stay ready for busting wit the pistol in they hand
I'm preaching murder like a vicious reverend
About
All I want to feel
Is some motherfuckin' rain
Let it rain motherfucker, let it rain (gon' let it rain)
See you inside by the game that I spit
Never ever
a freak I can tell the way she dance on me,
Gave a look now she running all her hands on me,
Baby look come on over take a chance on me,
[Chorus - Jay
with the mask on got my drac and my machete
Get creative with my kills everything around me is a weapon
I don't even need to be toting no fucking Smith
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