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Can you remember the rain?
Can you remember the rain?
You left me for somebody else
Now I must face life by myself
You broke so many rules in school

for much
I just want some attention
I get lots of hoes
That be all up in my mentions
But none of these bitches
I wanna be friends with
I walk around lit

In designer sun shades
I heard crime pays but I been legitimate
I been moving diligent
And styling like Tutankhamen laid in his pyramid
Chilling Out

murder every look, you a pro wit the crime
You put your plans in gear & you stay on your grind
Every day you sip wine, & you better with time
Others want

my prescription then yo head gone get lopped
Throw the rest in the swamp bunch of dirty bottom feeders
Catfished enticed by the prices leeches
Get

put it in my wraps
Tell mama we 'bout to be rich, tell mama we bout to be rich
I'm on stage in the VIP, now the whole club bout to get lit
See they

(What the actual fuck is wrong with you dazed?!)
Aw, shit
Just coming in, and I shocked 'em like a taser
Fuck boy, ordered a new bullet for a cater

that shit expected when you commit crime
Honestly i don't know what I should to say to you
Put it in the hands of the one i'm prayin to
We all go thru

tuition
We ain't gotta kill eachother young brotha
Whether you blood or u crip or anotha
Cuz one times they'll shoot u by ya motha
The streets lit billie

want change now, that's why we get impatient
But it's obvious we're trapped in this situation
This new anger burns 'til it lit frustration
That smolders

that's bad
I finally got her I can brag
All it cost me was a bag
All it took was some swag
Dope money and a tat (tattoo)
Crime record on my back
Now my

thing don't be shy you know I like that
I threw some vibes your way and then you sent them right back

Is it a crime to have you stay the night
You said

She want me for the dollars I can tell by her glance
Come on my land watch my expanse
The way she moving it by the pool got me in a trance
I guess I

fuckin lack
A truth in a booth through my Bluetooth
I meant gold
That shit gets old
I'm lit Im told
Imma spit words cold

Bitch call me by my diagnosis

up or you're gonna get slayed
Aye the boys are comin in
Got lit last night on the cherry gin
Smokin gas, eating ass, now committing sin
We going large

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Fatima Mansions

Lost in the Former West

1995

In the bright-lit railway station, 3 A.M.
In a town whose active life is at an end
I was met by a rich man dressed in a panda fur
Who said, "If I can

not rehearsed
Done my share of drogas, but with this I'm feeling cursed
Done a little tiempo, paid for my crime
Got out all healthy, now parole's

there's a crime it must be the blood on the main line
Stupid, you gone catch a bullet
The dope I moved it I'm pushing
New work with fentanyl in the base
It

them to stop the violence
And black on black crime in Layman's terms
Dropping drugs and guns and those who hate to learn
That's what it is too, look

Check my baby G-shock, said it's time
All my thots linked up, multiply, no divide
Dropping hit after hit, never miss
Issa crime
But my karma stay lit

I’m the high note you
Nothing but a toe
Tag me in your mentions if you want
But I’ll shank you in the dark
Have your blood leaking
Like it was

matter the season
You know what I bees in, black and yellow badges
Charged up in it, with a Drake for the madness
I don't gotta match it, it's lit, then I

The probability to really be the image that you see and wanna be in true reality is zero
I'm your hero It's time to face it I'm manipulating

a hell of a crime 
Fuck they opinions cause they won't ever chime in on the live 
Wanna be beneficiary, always got receipts ready 
To pull your card when