Rainy Dayz

[Intro]

It's raining, he's changing

My man is going insane, insane

The war is on

[Verse 1: Ab Liva]

On rainy days I sat back and cooked crack

In Bug's house the kitchen light was dim from the crack smoke

Peeking through a crack back door for the police

Back room crack fiends front room we throw dice

In between sales on them slow nights cold nights

Kerosene heaters huddled over but that smoke make you choke

Like the residue of those lost souls

At the end of their rope like to see em lose hope

And have kids objected to this shit what a low life

But I am I was slinging Snow White

Sometimes when I'm alone like

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My own life is fucked so this is what I chose right

Rap was just a hobby back then man I was so like

I didn't think it'd go right

So I met these hoes like

I was busy buying clothes

Stunting for these hoes like

Rims on cars gems like a star

But there gotta be a better fucking way

But it was slow like

Babies Hades, is where my kind's go like

Feelin' like a raisin in the sun I can't grow right

Then I got the flow right now a nigga so right

[Verse 2: Pusha T]

When it rains it pours

The more the doors lift up the more the feds won't give up

Watchin' my every move the treasure chest is the pickup

A nigga with a gun and the juice I am Bishop

Trynna throw a studder in my step like a hiccup

Niggas on the corner testing me like a piss cup

My piss ain't dirty hope they know that my gun is

Child out of place I won't hesitate to punish

I ain't gonna talk to Russ the way Run is

Powder in my past reminisce on the tonnage

Add in the present and call it the second coming

I apologize for the destruct and decay

That was brought upon by my Liberace key play

Twist metaphors to avoid sounding cliche

Nancy Reagan dead Ronald put it in the PJ's

80's baby when the mayhem was born

I weather the rainy dayz like I was made for the storm

[Verse 3: Sandman]

I remember the first time my mom broke food

Fuck them jones you cuttin' up in school

The pretty bitches had me slippin, cuttin' class

For ass god damn I had my mom roughin'

Lord as my witness I still feel the sickness

My '93 Christmas when I didn't get shit

That day I gripped my coat and just moped

Around outside not knowing that I'd find

Reason to believe in what they called the raw

Salesman selling cooked up soft for glass straws

Playin' the [?] all my work was moving

Pack after pack them 31 illusions

Cooking up minds of those with broke dreams

Seeing reality through the crack pipe steam

And all I seen was handles on the Beamer

Hammers in my jeans under the Sergio Tacchini

Bitches on the lenses of [?]

In their Benz's while they laughin' and they leanin'

And we never seen it

Thought we had it made and laid

Til the feds came down made rainy dayz

[Verse 4: No Malice]

You gonna have good days but better save for the rainy ones

So much pain it weighs on my cranium

Dollars no cents the walls are caving in

30 years my parents split I'm so ashamed of them

And so why swerve life throw curveballs

2 mill ain't got the nerve to get birds off

I compensate for my wrong I give a Bergdorf

I pour my heart in a song and that's unheard of

Especially these days rap's got a key place

In my heart and if it fails remember to keep faith

Cause I can't wait for Skateboard to save me

My house in default his house paisley

He's not at fault no not vaguely

He's on a yacht somewhere with Jay Z

Luckily for me I'm a hustler baby

Fly as 89 Guy you can call me crazy