Paroles The rain Boosie Badazz

The rain

In my feelings

Dirty system tried to hit me with the needle, man
Always losing my people, man, deceitful, man
Take your boys back to beefing man
And just when you tried to leave the game
Close friends in the grave, I’ve seen the stinking rain
Sticking needles in my body, diabetes, man
The struggle of a young hustler, I could teach it, man
Cancer in and out my body, I can breathe again
I seen chains so tight on my wrist, they bled on me
Brought OG in my circle for him to tell on me (damn, Po)
They say my best friend murder bought the feds on me
‘Cause he was getting them for the low, now he dead, homie
Rest in peace lil ivy
The rain, man

And the rain comes down so hard
In my life
Why god, the rain comes down so hard

Tried to leave the state, stay away from drama
Still on parole, fake cases from your baby momma
Lost Trell mama, that was my right hand
Lost my aunty Keisha, I need a momma [?]
Praying, why my family, we in the rain again
Doodie ain’t finish his 10, G Money back again
Maybe it’s ‘cause our sins, but we was raised to win
Bronson won’t do that whole 10, I been getting it in
Been crossed by niggas, that hurt my heart like kidney stones
I got some henchmen gone (rest in peace, Ghost), half my kidney gone
(You ain’t know, nigga?)
(You ain’t know, nigga?)

And the rain comes down so hard
Oh my god
Why my rain comes down so hard (all the time in my life)
My god
You know my rain comes down so hard

The rain come hard as a motherfucker, don’t it?
He saved our life, God a motherfucker, huh Donkey?
Deedee sister Buckey, she called me lil brother
Six-year-old shot by cops, ripped him up with cutters
This my state and guess what, he wasn't my skin color (he was white)
Looked like going to that place fucked up my friend’s hustle (she was right)
Seeing envy hit my clique, I had to sit and suffer
And still be threatened to go to court by my kid’s mother (you hoes tripping)
This the real struggle, on death row, I slept in water puddles
Heat so bad, it would scorch a brother
Front page of the news page, Angola, where the thugs go
King of all this rap shit, but I can’t get no cover though
But that won’t stop my hustle though

In my feelings, nigga
We in the yo live nigga
You hear the jewelries, you hear the chains on me
But it’s the real live motherfucking session, you in here with me right now
Shit, fresh off the bed, nigga, fresh out the hospital
I dont stop nigga