Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm built for the truck, but I look good in a coupe
In a fresh fitted white tee an' some boots
My Army fatigues, still I rock nigga, not a suit
Blowin' my trees, but you know my twist is the juice
I stay on my lean, ridin' shotgun in the hoop
Number thirteen, an' bangin' number nine on the truth
Man I do it for my nigga's locked, caught in a loop
Survivin' off tuna and soup
If I ain't talkin' to Dame about millions
I'm schoolin' the youth
Thinkin' nigga's sports is all they can do
I got a nice little nigga, but I'm good with the hoops
Block gettin' plenty, but I make more in the booth
To tell you the truth? nigga I'm a stone cold hypocrite
'Cause if I ain't havin' it? Somebody gettin' it
Mask on, 44 stickin', cock back, then gimme the loot
I know it ain't goin' make the pain go away
I just hope it make the rain go 'way
I got some stuff up on my chest, man it ain't fair (Nah)
'Cause Uncle Sam lookin' at me like he can't care, I mean, I mean
I mean, it's like I'm in Hell for real
Only thing that I'm gettin' in my mail is bills
I know it ain't goin' make the pain go away
I just hope it make the rain go 'way (Yeah, yeah)
Life is kinda hard for a nigga like me
Yet and still, I just do it like Nike
Flashy I might be
Chain gotta have more colors than Iced Tea (Colors)
What runs through my veins is ice cold
'Cause when I flow, I control the music sorta like a maestro
My freestyle is ridiculous, I'm nice as Saint Nicholas on Christmas (What up?)
What I spit is sick, youngin' rip nigga
Y'all acrobatic movie directors flip the scripts
My style is wild, foul and all that plus
Laced with great, baked in hard nigga
Trace your boy back, what I do in the trench
Long as the money stands still, I ain't movin' a inch
My whole crew is convinced, move as the Prince
My pops was an a**hole
I knew I'm the nigga (Yet still)
I know it ain't goin' make the pain go away
I just hope it make the rain go 'way
I got some stuff up on my chest, man it ain't fair (Nah)
'Cause Uncle Sam lookin' at me like he can't care, I mean, I mean
I mean, it's like I'm in Hell for real
Only thing that I'm gettin' in my mail is bills
I know it ain't goin' make the pain go away
I just hope it make the rain go 'way (Yeah, yeah)
I'm like Bishop in Juice before he went to the roof
Quite I'll with the 'matic, no chip on my tooth
Slangin' nigga without the bow tie and the suit
Nigga's wanna know the reason that Sig' is the truth
I'm the nigga like three wings
Salt pepper and hot sauce, a loosie and a bag of chips
Nigga's never satisfied 'til the casket hit
Preacher get grazed, the Pallbearer fall in the grave
Kill 'em all, nah I'm going too far
All I need is a call, some nigga
Live my life with my enemies so far that
They sorta like the tree that I didn't see fall (It don't exist)
Instead, I'm watchin' these kids doin' these foolish things
Like y'all fightin' over who the king?
It's all about the cars, clothes (Clothes!), and the newest bling (Damn!)
My streets lights was lit up by computer screens (And that's real)
I know it ain't goin' make the pain go away
I just hope it make the rain go 'way
I got some stuff up on my chest, man it ain't fair (Nah)
'Cause Uncle Sam lookin' at me like he can't care, I mean, I mean
I mean, it's like I'm in Hell for real
Only thing that I'm gettin' in my mail is bills
I know it ain't goin' make the pain go away
I just hope it make the rain go 'way (Yeah, yeah)
