No story
i see a opp bullets rain out
ion really talk so i just rap to let my pain out
no more city buss whole gang going buss down
nobody aint know my name look who making fuss now


thought my partna was racists
he left a nigga hanging
we aint in no fitting room
why all my niggas changing

i done took so many losses
wonder what the hell im gaining
i wanna see a sunny day
when it gone stop from raining

i aint talking H I V
this life right here aint easy
cant be fucked with
john cena they aint seeing me

free my niggas out the pin
i cant see em like stevie
and these bitches mad (why)
cause they nigga aint being me

cant een go around rappers
cause all my partnas takers
might go cut down a tree
cause i just want some paper

they aint helping me now
gone feel like i owe em later
and if i dont give it to em
then they gone call me ima traitor

had a talk with the weather man where the sunny days
i think these niggas paralyzed they cant feel my pain
they say you get money and change how you gone stay same
you was just robbing and killing who would do the same thing

ion want no foreign cars and foreign broads
i wanna beat the odds
riding like some fisherman niggas
cause we been taulting rods
on god
this shit hurt cause i been staying to myself
riding with my dawg wrong or right then he just up and left

know that we aint living the best
but it is what it is
he aint my partna no mo
shouldn’t have did what he did
i got strong faith in the lord
but i sin when i sin
hate he did that on the net
ima see him when i see him

i know krama gone get you
still big on revenge
i been feeling like baby
because im going all in
ima step for lil will
gotta stand on all ten
dont get mad i wont give you money
go make yo own we all men

put all of me in every sooonnng
ride for my dawg right or wrong wrong
everytime you called i would pick up the phone
table turned around you said fuck me left me all alone


and that shit hurt i talk to unc through a glass wall
last time i seen mell he was on the acidfault
shoulda picked up when he called that was the last call
damn i aint even know that was the last call

im only 16 but i feel pain like a grown nigga
cant depend ion another nigga im my own ticket
he wanted commas aint get a half he got a whole sentence
he got two charges i got nun ima take the whole sentence

we go down ima stick to the code i was mold different
i cant stop when i get six i want some more figures
to myself i aint racist but ion fuck with no niggas


glock with a switch only time we change
fuck the chains and all the fame
i just wanna see some change
i wanna stop the rain
i wanna stop the pain
i gotta go and break the cycle we gone see some better days

they wouldnt even give me a penny i took the harder way
you feel me