Ray Lewis

[Verse STS] Smell like it going to rain, I can tell it going to rain I never could predict the weather, but I could tell when a nigga need change So I packed a pass in a duffle bag, tied it to a wish with a rope Then I threw it all in the river, old folks said hope it don't float Hell, rather drown my sorrows Better that than to sank my boat And I never could walk on water, but I do believe in miracles though I'm from a house full of spiritual folks --where mom hold on to her hopes that I might be a preacher I told her this the same shit, different pull --if you listen then you might be a believer Bitches love a nigga like Bieber Niggas love a nigga like their homeboy Who raise a nigga son like his own boy If the reaper came today, and took him home boy That's a real nigga for ya' I never claim to be a saint like NOLA Thought I was back to the hustle I think Tariq digging how I got over For the nights I spent, cold nights when the ice cements Hole in the washed-up joints, getting money just me and my bitch Hell, I wasn't trying to get rich but there I sit While she collect her tips, and I come to grips with this where I fit In the scheme of things, but ain't killed a dream James Earl Ray, Martin Luther King Change going to come, I heard Sam Cooke sing When I was child I used to play hood games Corinthians 13:11, brethren Lord knows I'm no reverend, heaven They got me out here like Ray Lewis, and I'm tellin' niggas no weapon, 'F' them Forn against me shall prosper, nigga U.K. where the niggas say proper Brand new day cause a nigga chose not to, blame and complain about what we ain't got Bear One with me, so here we go partner Live in the stereo, cheerio partner Shit ain't been the same since the Gold Rush dropped a year ago They here though we rocking like [??] [Bridge]