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IN THE RAIN
by Keeng Cut
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I stayed on that no sleeping
In the middle of the night creeping
Demons running through the streets and still fiending
Tryna chase a high that they won't get
My speed high for them holice so you know they won't get
Closer enough to check my tag or get behind me
They find so they can do me grimy
Remind ye of times when blacks ran that nawfside
For black wall street my pride remain aside
Pain inside will never get me down
Hold it up as a playa you never see me with a frown
When nights is cold and dark as the soul of the reaper
In the leather seats stuck from sound from bleeding out the speaker
With money on my mind like the next man
Though I'm nothing like the next man focused on the next plan
Plenty of thoughts travel in my head about the the game
While navigating by my lonesome in the rain
There once lived a young man by the name of Tommy
Took care of his seed and of course mommy
Had guap in the stash spot for the rainy day
That's how you gotta play when you playing with the yay
Playing with the k was never the lifestyle of t
The lifestyle of t consist of the d
Drugs drank and dro thousand dollar habits
Not to mention the cars and cribs that was lavish
Had very little stripes came up overnight
Money getting was his goal catch em on a flight
While out grittin didn't keep no cheddar on em
For the jackas who was lurking he knew better homie
Had a package to deliver downtown where undercovers was found
He wasn't with it so he turned around
Headed back to his safe spot came up on a roadblock
Niggas pulled glocks tommy was popped
Lil mama got her eyes on prize
Selling what's between her thighs
With the pretty of lips have em intrigued by her hips
With one touch she can make a trick spend his whole check
With no noose have em hanging by the neck
She used to do the shaker junt but that was no thrill
She switched occupations that's when it got real
Getting paid to get laid bust one and hit another lick
Gave the best top she couldn't get enough of it
She kept doing then the shit got fun
Til the point where she would rob em with a gun and run
Money by the ton living larger than big pun
It stayed like that until she ran up on the one
Who look like a rich trick that was holding paper
She was looking at em grinning getting in the scraper
All the while on both of they of they mind was the caper
Before he jetted with her cash young nigga raped her
I stayed on that no sleeping
In the middle of the night creeping
Demons running through the streets and still fiending
Tryna chase a high that they won't get
My speed high for them holice so you know they won't get
Closer enough to check my tag or get behind me
They find so they can do me grimy
Remind ye of times when blacks ran that nawfside
For black wall street my pride remain aside
Pain inside will never get me down
Hold it up as a playa you never see me with a frown
When nights is cold and dark as the soul of the reaper
In the leather seats stuck from sound from bleeding out the speaker
With money on my mind like the next man
Though I'm nothing like the next man focused on the next plan
Plenty of thoughts travel in my head about the the game
While navigating by my lonesome in the rain
There once lived a young man by the name of Tommy
Took care of his seed and of course mommy
Had guap in the stash spot for the rainy day
That's how you gotta play when you playing with the yay
Playing with the k was never the lifestyle of t
The lifestyle of t consist of the d
Drugs drank and dro thousand dollar habits
Not to mention the cars and cribs that was lavish
Had very little stripes came up overnight
Money getting was his goal catch em on a flight
While out grittin didn't keep no cheddar on em
For the jackas who was lurking he knew better homie
Had a package to deliver downtown where undercovers was found
He wasn't with it so he turned around
Headed back to his safe spot came up on a roadblock
Niggas pulled glocks tommy was popped
Lil mama got her eyes on prize
Selling what's between her thighs
With the pretty of lips have em intrigued by her hips
With one touch she can make a trick spend his whole check
With no noose have em hanging by the neck
She used to do the shaker junt but that was no thrill
She switched occupations that's when it got real
Getting paid to get laid bust one and hit another lick
Gave the best top she couldn't get enough of it
She kept doing then the shit got fun
Til the point where she would rob em with a gun and run
Money by the ton living larger than big pun
It stayed like that until she ran up on the one
Who look like a rich trick that was holding paper
She was looking at em grinning getting in the scraper
All the while on both of they of they mind was the caper
Before he jetted with her cash young nigga raped her
