WOCKY RAIN (feat. D30N)

Have you ever loved someone so much you got to die Giving so much of yourself, it seems the only way Tell me what's true and why, and I will give it to you Cause you are Man I'm counting all this money and I'm staring at the rain Money really changes niggas, man I always been the same And she make my candy rain when she wear a nigga chain And I see my dad died, I don't look at life the same We them niggas with that motion that be making bullets rain If that nigga talking crazy, dion I hit him in his brain, nigga Shit getting hot, play my shit, they tell me keep going Lean in this cup, key tweaking, but he keep pouring I'm trying to get fresh everyday, but he keep snowing Walked in the party, now she cheesing, got her teeth showin Bro high as hell, trees talking, but he keep smoking Snitches get they lips close together, the machine's on Got some shooters who don't care about the case, so they keep blowing Yeah, they walk up in my cup, just so a nigga finna keep it pouring Yeah, she begging for my love, but you know I keep ignoring Sorry baby, I'm in love with my wock, keep it pouring I'm a toxic ass nigga, cause you know about my pain When I'm smoking on that gas, you know I do this shit for train Cause he helped me in the booth, and now a nigga finna gain Gotta shout out all my niggas, cause they taught me about that game Dion taught me how to rap, and we them niggas in the plane K-Mitch, see potential, we them niggas making plays It's that young nigga Key, can you remember hooping in the street Posted up on Marquette Drive, three mile where I be, nigga And I'm counting all this money, now I'm staring at the rain Money really changing niggas, man, I always been the same And she make my candy rain, when she wear a nigga chain And I see my dad died, I don't look it like the same We them niggas with that motion, that be making bullets rain Kept that nigga talking crazy, Dion hit him in his brain, nigga 5% tint on my shit when I slide through Had my arms hanging out the window like a drive-thru Dion finna drop, so they bump it on the block So you say you can bitch, this lil' nigga, that is not true Put a verse on K-E-P, you know I got to All my niggas scoring, so I said I wanna shout Every fit that I put on, got the bitches feeling wet Been talking big shit, now they see me as a threat Yeah, I, look, I can get a verse to you in a minute without a sweat I got a five-star bitch that can suck dick without a mess I hate school, but if it's money in that bitch, I take a test Aux cord in the car, throw my shit on, f*ck requests I don't gotta blow a whistle, bet he still feel his tech, nigga Do you ever, do you ever