Stop the Rain

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My whole life I been read wrong

Look, hater, you dead wrong

I don't want no trouble

I'm just tryna get my bread on

Park bench was my bed

That's what I laid my head on

Thin bed sheet, Vienna sausages, and headphones

Look, I done came a long way

It's full speed ahead

I know they wanna see me broke or wanna see me dead

Talkin' 'bout what they gon' do to me

Do you see me scared?

They ain't stop makin' 'em after they made yours, homie

Why ya hate to see me walk on marble floors, homie?

I ain't greedy, I can show ya how to marble yours, homie

It's enough food for everybody to chew

Stop actin' like the game has fed everybody but you

You can go all the way to ten, stop stoppin' at two

My bad bitches ain't stayin', they just droppin' it through

They like "It's 'Give Z-ro Some Head' night"

And I know that head tight

Long as that bread right, Z-Ro there err' night

I go hard in the paint like Shaquille

Everything I did, I did it without a deal

Ten thousand dollar dinner, I got the tip and the bill

See my face on the wall at the Palm, this shit for real

I'm bangin' DJ Screw when I'm comin' down

All of this knock in the rear, you know I shut 'em down

Her booty look like a smart car, she one of mine

The top stay down, it's always summer time

Look at the paint, satin black everything I roll

So many titles, no written, everything I own

He say I'm broke, don't know what type of dope he was on

20K a night in the club, type of shit we was on

Wonder what my mama would say if she was still livin'

"Act like you're broke, son, I know you ain't still givin'" (yes ma'am)

"Who all these ladies is? I know you ain't still pimpin'" (yes, ma'am)

Twenty-one years later, yeah, mama I'm still winnin'

I still run this game

Y'all can't stop a thing, no

I wish my haters would

'Cause I'm still from the hood

I still run this game

Y'all can't stop a thing, no

I'm so blessed

What's wrong? Why ya lookin' so stressed?

Yo, I'm so cold, I make medicine sick

Been Rap-A-Lot since '96, man I feel like J Prince

Man, I feel like Slim Thug

I'm a boss, ya heard?

I'm like Scarface, all I got is my balls and my word

I feel like Bun B

Damn, I miss Pimp C

Fat Pat, miss you too, cuz, R.I.P.

Now, yeah

I'm with Mo City Don

When I'm in Houston, keep it trill

I'm like my boy Killa Kyleon

I'm like Big when I get in the booth

ABN like Trae, I be spittin' the truth

H-Town diesel dog

Yo, they lovin' the south

Think you get my beans and cornbread? Get the taste out your mouth

Or, part two, my killin' spree gon' commence

You can't stop the rain

How many times I gotta tell you this? (How many times?)

Yeah, you see my life is about

Drop top Phantom sittin' on thangs, 59 South

Go to the bank and get that Laker money

Sugar Land mansion, a hundred acre money

We don't hate, we congratulate

Go get the bag, I ain't hard to find

You see me, I ain't gotta brag

I tell my little homies, "Listen to ya mama, boy

Instead of packin' heat tryna cause the drama, boy"

Come to my house and see two tigers and some lions, boy

My bank account got them periods and commas, boy

You see me rollin', I don't care ya hatin'

I been the best balla spittin' there is no debatin'

Mo City Don, see what me and him creatin'

We like Kobe and Shaq, pure domination

H-Town (chop) chop and screw it

Slow it down, bump around, 'cross the town

I know how y'all do it

I started small time, I bet you know my name

Retired ten years now, I still run this game

I still run this game

Y'all can't stop a thing, no

I wish my haters would

'Cause I'm still from the hood

I still run this game

Y'all can't stop a thing, no

I'm so blessed (oh)

What's wrong? Why ya lookin' so stressed?