Rainy Days (Intro)

I remember rainy days I had to make a way She was choosing on me but this money it's gon make her stay Big Brodie playing offense and defense he tryna make a play It's people that need me pressure come 1-8 can't just fade away I'm solid I dont do no labels tell her we just vibing I been grinding tryna find a crib to put my mom in Thinking bout my pop and how we never bonded Wanting love but if I look man I'm gone never find it F*ck it never mind it I can't rush it Got the juice I ain't bishop sipping Nantucket Bro got pull get the strap in party ain't gotta tuck it He like A.I with the stick he'll cross you to get a bucket It get slimy I can't trust her bitches grimy Thought you was riding Found out you only riding for yourself Lil bro get the drop he told me he sliding by himself She keep throwing it at me want me to dive in like I'm Phelps But I aint with it She tryna double back I tell her stand on her decisions I may hit and go missing She been plotting I'm the ticket Bro got range agent 0 with that stick he like a wizard That ain't rapping what they living Bro got new straps with extensions I got old chicks in my business Cause they new friends I been hitting Ar thinking chalk school cause he been getting to the chicken Hating niggas get around me they start clouding up my vision I don't feel it I got brothers don't send disses If you start it they gon finish Tell em get you they gon get Presidential I press buttons they send missiles Bitches tryna ride the wave heard I'm running up them digits Now they wanna call on me Cause my pockets Peter Griffin and them bitches wanna kick it Neeed then and they went missing Sent them links they never clicked it Now they see that boy heating up When we wasn't eating I remember how they treated us Niggas throwing shade cause I lapped ain't no keeping up Bitches shitted on me now I'm up We can't keep in touch E a pop you ain't no fist fights He got heaters tucked They say 1-8 on some legend shit Got the rock, I can't front my move can't be hesitant Fonz said This shit god gifted I was heaven sent Bitches asking why my name 1-8 what I represent 1-8 This 1-8 that they don't play about me you get stepped on quick Gave em chance after chance to jump on the ship Ouuu now she blowing up my phone she see 1-8 lit Ouuu now she blowing up my phone there go 1-8 shit I just went Ot for a feature that's a one day trip I done ran a nigga Brodie said he got em, he gone handle niggas You ain't 1-8 or no day one you know I can't hang with niggas You done switched up You done lost me And this uwey like 100 mill you know this shit gone cost you