The Weather

Most the time, when it rain it start pouring' But how we grind, it make the weather change for us We roll through, but we never change for 'em So smile for us, when you see us, drive foreigns Nigga watch us ball Stop or stall, nigga not at all I'm poppin' broads with Tiny Hog at the shoppin' mall All Money In the squad, boy I'm not involved Can't pay the cost to floss? I can spot your flaws SLs with the toppin' off Dress well when it's time to ball Couple hundred for my boxer drawers Young nigga used to shop at Ross First to shoot when it's poppin' off Couple times, a nigga almost got popped by Ross Crash unit, buzz cut ex-marines Crenshaw, Slauson Ave 17 Infant Stone, Lil' Shady, Baby Bolt Da Fatts laid a demonstration 85 Cutlass with the 380s Summertime functions, L.A. streets' crazy Shoot it out that's what this crew about Hangin' out the Cutlass window with the Rugar out Prove yo'self, killers in pursuit of clout It felt wrong, but who is you to doubt Look, my master plan was buy a pound and then move it south And hopefully one day I'll put this music out Trippin' now, seeing how it's movin' out I'm buying spots, nigga movin' out My fan base, I see 'em movin' south I'm overseas eating fuckin' croûte Yeah, so I can tell you what this hustling 'bout I couldn't tell you what no luck about I had maps on my wall, nigga Dope sacks in my drawers, nigga Look, a lot of stress I couldn't rest not at all Nigga risking everything tryna ball Gotta let it breathe And put the weed out Double M Niggas get it and they fall off It's 'cause they all soft Nigga like me started at the car wash 8am to 10pm, that's on a rainy day Wise words from dope boys meant everything They say it's levels to the street life Then I seen a bezel with that pink ice All natural, momma tell you to be careful In the trap trappin' to increase capital No longer cruising with the windows down Hand on the pistol anticipating the riddle sound I'm Kanye when it came to 'ye I'm Jay-Z when it came to keys I'm Snoop when it came to weed So now they wanna Biggie me As the credit rolls, now the charge is federal Money bags, I'm placed upon a pedestal Still on the block in my Reeboks You ain't really know these was the Basquiat's You ain't really know who really call shots Worldwide mastermind, number one all charts Yeah Reporting live from the land of the hopeless Representing for the team that won rings with no coaches We stay strapped and we cocky so don't approach us Price Johnson with a big gold chain and Louis Loafers Been hiding guns in the sofa since toy soldiers Thunder-domes up in Hyde Park, didn't nobody know us We took all fades, our introduction was from the shoulders We was kids, honestly we just needed someone to hold us Grindin' hard on them corners with cane boulders Fascinated by the green, all we wanted was Range Rovers On the block politicking with brain blowers Real niggas that got love in their hearts but can't show it We live and die for the fame and the lights glowing Fox Hills buying Jordans, but still the pain showing When I die, put me next to the dead poets Tell 'em God had a plan for me and I didn't know it Victory