Here We Go

[Intro] Here we go again That's life Ooh, ooh, ooh...alright Can't you see that it's raining? (hol' up) Can't you see that it's pouring? They just wanna see rainfall (hol' up) They just hope that it's storming I was gonna tell you when it rains it pours Mother Nature's playing her part C'mon, I don't have a lot of time to tell you this But this is where we gon' start, hol' up [Verse 1] Teenager from the North side of town It was a rainy day in Houston now Wasn't no hoopers out, just people that would loot your house In a city where they used to smile, you could lose your child Think back when I heard a rap I would listen to the words of Chad and Bun B "Have you heard of that?" is what I heard them ask I never ever heard them laugh Uncle Ro was a street cat He was down with a Chi-town producer named Hurt-M-Badd He did Hail Mary for 2Pac When he spoke everybody listened to him like you heard the man I met them out Rap-A-Lot, I was droppin' of my partner Crime And I was really young at the time, I wasn't even 'sposed to be there He asked me to come with him cause he knew I could rap some lines No problem, on the way driving everybody else working on their day job, and Don't sell weight, no I ain't robbing I'mma keep going, told 'em that I ain't stopping Had rhymes I was tryna bust, I guess I said something that was live enough I had the type of vibe that these guys could trust And one said you should come out to the Chi with us Can't do, it took a little while to get cool This relationship was brand new, but you know I had too Fast forward three months later, where do you think Cham flew? Touch down in a windy place, make a move to Chicago Work for survival, Vice Lords and Disciples "Stay gangsta" was the motto, really, what do I know? Well, I learned real quick how to not die Don't wear your ball cap to the wrong side Matter fact, you don't wanna get the wrong vibe Don't wear the ball cap if you gon' ride It's what he told me, and he was OG And when I listened to him I had did it closely It was cold so he brought me a Coogi And matter fact he never told me "you owe me" Think about it that was cool as hell And I was try'na rap, tryna do it well He had that type of hustle that included scales The type of hustle that could put a dude in jail I slept on his couch, I had said my prayer Like, "why the hell did I move way out here? "How did I get this great idea?" Three months later I disappear...