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 [?] 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 go right So I met these hoes like I was busy 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 wear 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 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 laughing and they leaning 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