Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hustlin in the Rain , by - RobloRelease date: 18.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hustlin in the Rain , by - RobloHustlin in the Rain |
| These are cold days, for real |
| Had to smack him in his face |
| With the cold steel |
| Outside late night |
| In that stormy weather |
| Like whatever |
| How we through the ghetto |
| Wear a nigga through his leather |
| Coke snatch the hottest show S.L.K. |
| Nine eight forthin’you show me the stash |
| Pump him in his chest |
| Then I smash |
| Damn near losing control |
| But I maintain like a crow |
| Behind the wheel with a murder case |
| No mistakes |
| In the brain |
| Come follow me And see what I see muthafucka |
| I gotta hustle in the rain |
| So I stay focused with my eyes on the prize |
| Niggas ain’t livin’right |
| One: I’m a ball till I die |
| Armani stacks will beat the set |
| When ya’ll realize |
| Your next step could be death |
| Because it’s do or die |
| So who are you, who am I Do ya’ll niggas really know |
| Black on black crimes |
| Blessed with my nine |
| It’s savage grind until I go Knock into yo dome split |
| Callin’the shots |
| Fallin’yay spot to spot |
| Hood’s crawlin’with narcs |
| Couple rocks is what I manage |
| I’m investin’my chips in the game |
| I chip to kicks and I flip |
| Fuck the fame |
| It’s gettin’deep |
| Niggas is out for my pain |
| I put a depth on a nigga’s weapon |
| Choke his ass in the game |
| All in the rain nigga |
| My niggas know |
| And I won’t see him in the game |
| I used to go outside nigga hustle in the rain |
| I try to pray to repent on my sins |
| But the pain was so intense |
| I didn’t think it would help |
| I’m still searching for the knowledge of self |
| Snatchin’my check up off the shelf |
| I’ve done adapted to this environment |
| Now they can’t stop me A Mob Figga |
| Military tactics menace to society |
| One of the chosen five |
| That lead immortal lives |
| Snatchin’all the product |
| Breakin’every bone in the closet |
| I’m out to get the data |
| The top secret information got me took |
| I’m bendin’every law in the book |
| I fled the scene with two nines in the air |
| Sereal number scraped with no trace |
| And known to race |
| To get this pace |
| Imported weapons |
| Army fatigues and body vests |
| I’m restin', for armageddon, with the illuminati |
| Tales of Demias, Twentieth century, raised right |
| It’s third war! |
| Busted hinges and broken doors |
| Interrogation and infiltration on the five figaz |
| And I’m a hustle in the rain until I die nigga |
| I used to hustle all night long |
| Pullin'24 hours |
| Livin’my life wrong |
| Stickin’to movin’and pushin’zones |
| Flashin’that white chrome |
| Flashin’lights on |
| I’m postin’in the rain |
| And fin to pay a dopefiend’s brain |
| When I hit my niggas up They see that boy done went insane |
| Then hit a lick for the caine |
| Then skiped town on the money train |
| When he get back |
| Ain’t gon’be no get back |
| Sat back on the train like the mack |
| Chokin’on the sack |
| Cuz it gets stormy in this rainy season |
| We ain’t gone sign no treason |
| Just find another reason to leave 'em bleedin' |
| No breathin', body cold |
| This must be the El Nio |
| But I hear my cousins |
| They was dumping up on me |
| With much impression |
| Impression on this timber |
| With the Smith and Wesson lesson |
| Is what I’m givins a fuck the shit you dressin' |
| He confessin' |
| Trying to search some game but uhh |
| I’m serving pain nigga |
| In the rain figga |
| You know I’m hustling |
| I used to hustle in the rain |
| Holdin’it down |
| Feel my pain |
| See fake niggas pushing cakes nigga |
| They’ll never deal the game |
| Peep the hostage situation |
| The little nigga and the fo’fifth |
| Junior facin’united and blood plotted |
| Got it twisted I admit it Kind of liked it when I did it Now it’s official |
| Even though I knew they couldn’t fuck wit it |
| I’m a product of this shit I spit |
| It’s the life I’m livin' |
| Take a look at the car I was given |
| My mama’s gold chains |
| Most of the time I called the dosia |
| The ghetto child I’ll always own |
| Fear of the hope of being chosen |
| But the world is my opponent |
| We all want it If you never had it And get up on it then we fallin' |
| And if I out the game |
| Then all my hoes will be hunted |
| My goal’s to see Figaz in the rain |
| Gettin’blunted |
| I’m hustlin’in the rain nigga |
| This ya’ll nigga |
| At the time of this recording he’s here |
| But he ain’t here no more |
| Sometime that’s how it go |
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