Rain

Riding, I smoke til I feel like dying I smoke til I feel like flying I'm trying hard not to lie But these blunts only get me meaner And these drugs only get me higher I'm with a girl that look like a leaner And she loading up that fire And I'm gripping on that wire Wanna bet that you won't try, me While she here at least Gimme fifty feet I got thrift shop on my Bones There's no place like home You throw money in the club See I save it up in my room You acting like you the bomb But I'm the only one that go boom See I been the same since the womb And I'ma remain till the tomb These dollar signs in my eyes But you know that I'm fucking cash One million roaches in the train with the ash Smoking in the night Thinking 'bout my life My hand on my lighter Other hand upon my knife It's cold in the streets It's cold in the streets It's hot up on the block if they call the police, like Click-clack bang-bang get down low I hate the fucking world on the fucking download Click-clack bang-bang get down low The clouds rolling in I'ma make it downpour It's raining, it's raining It's coming down, and it's raining, it's raining It's coming down, bitch it's raining, it's raining It's coming down, and it's raining, it's raining It's coming down