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April Showers 2
by Gulfstreamfly
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I came back and its plain
These niggas aint rapping the same
I guess riding waves is cracking again
You wise guys wearing suede in the rain
Looking lame I took a step back just to plan my reign
And yall like leprechauns
Lil short on the top end
New coupe no roof you could hop right in
Livin proof Im the truth I am not like them
Im living truth i aint never gotta fake shit
They see the game plan and gotta call an audible
I was in the lab make making flammable audio
Making sure we all could go
I just think you ought to know
Hustle sold separate but the game so affordable
I swear to god they aint rapping correctly
Let me show em how to do it again
Im back Chasing green with the team so i could see then envy in them
And im tired of being friendly with them
So if you aint in the fam you an enemy then
shit I dont even know where to begin
Should I start back at the church or the project bench
Should I start back at birth or an adolescent
Wherever i start you're gonna feel the essence of some real shit
With real niggas that peel quick for a meal ticket
You out your mind if you think i aint connected huh
I know niggas that stretch the work like elastic
Dirty mattress, put it on the street and watch it back flip
Give it to the masses
Epidemic status
Tag em up and bag em You cant even fathom
They wanna come along for the trip
There's no limit where we going are you bout it bout it
Im in the groove like a turntable needle
Fighting off D'evils higher than a church steeple
This for my peoples that was ducking regals
And the them crown Victorias
The sergeant wanna slaughter them
25 years or plea deal what they offer them
Nigga talkin sick we could coffin em
Yea ya man done, put a fork in em
Every verse like a walk off in the 9th inning
Yea i like winning, thats my gang name dont ever forget it
Yea i stand on it you check out the pivot
And all this bullshit is just making me livid
Im giving niggas picture perfect angles and painting them vivid
If you cant see what im on then im making you feel it
You are now tuned i to the realest
Illest, meanest, tuffest, low down in this town
They asleep but im waking them up
Cause niggas from the bottom man they know whats up now
They all jus gon follow cause im in the front now
Im pitching niggas 90 on the mound too much
They see the car and say a nigga horse around too much
I came back and its plain
These niggas aint rapping the same
I guess riding waves is cracking again
You wise guys wearing suede in the rain
Looking lame I took a step back just to plan my reign
And yall like leprechauns
Lil short on the top end
New coupe no roof you could hop right in
Livin proof Im the truth I am not like them
Im living truth i aint never gotta fake shit
They see the game plan and gotta call an audible
I was in the lab make making flammable audio
Making sure we all could go
I just think you ought to know
Hustle sold separate but the game so affordable
I swear to god they aint rapping correctly
Let me show em how to do it again
Im back Chasing green with the team so i could see then envy in them
And im tired of being friendly with them
So if you aint in the fam you an enemy then
shit I dont even know where to begin
Should I start back at the church or the project bench
Should I start back at birth or an adolescent
Wherever i start you're gonna feel the essence of some real shit
With real niggas that peel quick for a meal ticket
You out your mind if you think i aint connected huh
I know niggas that stretch the work like elastic
Dirty mattress, put it on the street and watch it back flip
Give it to the masses
Epidemic status
Tag em up and bag em You cant even fathom
They wanna come along for the trip
There's no limit where we going are you bout it bout it
Im in the groove like a turntable needle
Fighting off D'evils higher than a church steeple
This for my peoples that was ducking regals
And the them crown Victorias
The sergeant wanna slaughter them
25 years or plea deal what they offer them
Nigga talkin sick we could coffin em
Yea ya man done, put a fork in em
Every verse like a walk off in the 9th inning
Yea i like winning, thats my gang name dont ever forget it
Yea i stand on it you check out the pivot
And all this bullshit is just making me livid
Im giving niggas picture perfect angles and painting them vivid
If you cant see what im on then im making you feel it
You are now tuned i to the realest
Illest, meanest, tuffest, low down in this town
They asleep but im waking them up
Cause niggas from the bottom man they know whats up now
They all jus gon follow cause im in the front now
Im pitching niggas 90 on the mound too much
They see the car and say a nigga horse around too much
