Paris In the Rain (Outro)

(You are now listening to Young Chencs) (Guess you really didn't think I'd find out) The UK got boring, took a trip to Paris (hear the silence crying) It's rainin' (in the room on the floor with the lights down) Now I'm just starin' out the window thinkin' (know what you're feeling, oh) Let me light up this one real quick (know what you're feeling, oh) Let me show them a little somethin', uh (rollin' up my blunt) Niggas in Paris, I'm in Paris in the rain I love the nightlife cah it compliments the chain Compliments the AP, compliments the stones She say my pearly whites compliment my face Next to the Eiffel Tower, I see that shit in movies I love the life I'm livin' because that shit's a movie She know nothin' 'bout me, she still wanna do me I saw her lookin' over, pointin', I bet she a groupie ('bout you) My face is super bait, so I can't left my weapon ('bout you, 'bout you) My bro lost his mum, now he suffers from depression And every L, I took a lesson, man, that shit's a blessing Before the waps came out, we was doin' sheffings (I don't know 'bout you, baby) And then I kept up couple fuckies with a Smith & Wesson I mean when Mizzy starts to speak I swear it's so aggressive I can't forget about my block, the A I'm fully reppin' And I don't link them boys no more, I think they get the message Niggas in Paris, I'm in Paris in the rain Suicide mission if you try to grab my chain Lost a hella thousands, but I charged it to the game I lost bro last year, shit will never be the same (in the room on the side with the lights out) Niggas in Paris, I'm in Paris in the rain (know what you're feeling, oh) Suicide mission if you try to grab my chain (know what you're feeling, oh) Got my back against the wall, I swear shit just ain't the same I think it's 'cause I'm famous, always me that gets the blame (rollin' up my blunt) Ace fought the charge alone, I hope he's gucci And I can't link her, she might let them come and shoot me You knew the old me, you can never meet the new me And when I hit my first M, you might catch me in a two-piece You see, slatt, that's my brother, like my mother's son I got parts of me in Paris havin' business talks I know these deadbeat fathers are just not the one Only time I really smile is when I'm chillin' with my son (I don't know 'bout you, 'bout you) When the light hits, it makes 'em shine better ('bout you) The Casamigos, it just make the vibe better Gettin' top while I'm smokin', it just make the high better Propaganda in your raps, you ain't gotta lie, brother (I don't know 'bout you, baby) I don't got the same time, I know niggas call me fake Done up road to Fashion Week, I know they're callin' me a snake I feel the love, feel the hate, I'ma get it either way Life's crazy, it can't change, but it's better when you're paid (uh) Niggas in Paris, I'm in Paris in the rain Suicide mission if you try to grab my chain Lost a hella thousands, but I charged it to the game I lost bro last year, shit will never be the same (in the room on the side with the lights out) Niggas in Paris, I'm in Paris in the rain (know what you're feeling, oh) Suicide mission if you try to grab my chain (know what you're feeling, oh) Got my back against the wall, I swear shit just ain't the same I think it's 'cause I'm famous, always me that gets the blame (rollin' up my blunt) I hope you overstood the message Having the giving gift is only the beginning A dream will always be a dream until you put your best foot forward You see the lifestyle, you desire the same tangibility But don't forget the pain we turned into gold Now we can't be tarnished And I encourage you to pattern up Stems, seedlings, petals, roses Let's deliver that message