Rain All Day
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(Verse) Hey! I swear I never change If I’m with you in the sunshine, I’m wit when it rains I’ll never switch, I’m still the same Get caught up in the mix, I never snitch or give up game I’m no squealer Police be tryin to pick the killers brain Not familiar, that’s why some brothers go against the grain I’m La Familia, I’m hands on But that don’t mean the name I’m trynna fill ya My hands strong, i ain’t tryin to take your chain I’m tryin to kill ya Orangutan, you monkeys trynna Hang like you’re gorillas I give you Wu-Tang slash gilla The object in the mirror, Mac Miller My method is the illest slash illa I’m tryin to get the guap, cash scrilla But whitey only see a crack dealer Michael Jack thriller, this is not The Walkin Dead Rapper think he’s Chalky White He get the white chalk instead Meth Lab, killin everythin that’s in the way Until the son say (Bridge) The Meth Lab dudes don’t play (Verse) Had these dude thinkin’ damn, when it rains, it pours News flash, Meth back, whole Staten with him Couldn’t come to terms, how they playin with this rap Don’t be understandin all the substance that it lacks Gorilla out the traps, bout to flip 10 years gone probably saw him in the flicks Red tails Belly, mutherfucker, was the shit Rap coalition, meth lab, get em lit Yo it’s crazy how these nigga’s try and do it like we did it Careful if you copy end up money on your fitted Side line critics Hate the bully with the Wesson’s I swear to god in heaven, don’t get caught without your weapon Caught without your weapons, it get ugly in a second Sidearms hover like we bought ‘em from The Jetson’s Meth lab, vocab, kill ‘em where they lay Got ‘em sitting sayin’ (Bridge) (Verse) I’m used to the rain, I don’t see the sun too much Nocturnal hustler grindin, holdin em drugs too much Bench press my pen, on my fresh pad Just left the crack house, I’m headed to Meth’s lab, the tech jab Cowards in their face when they schemin I bet cash Frown up on their face leave ‘em bleedin, who want’s what? That’s my attitude all day, you snooze, you lose, that’s why I’m makin moves all day The tool gonna spray I suggest you stay in your lane Staten niggas ain’t playin, you get banged for your chain I bang with a gang, a poppin mind bangin up thangs Accurate aim, well-trained, angle and range Dismantle your frame, microphones blown into the flames Pesci the name, Professional, perfectin the game I’m wreckin these lanes Sharpshooter killin all day Had these haters say (Bridge)
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