| Raining-raining, raining-raining
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| Raining-raining, it’s raining
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| Now off top Daily life, get deeper than deep
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| On my toes at all time, cause thieves creep when you sleep
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| Man I’m hungry for this cash, so my mission’s to eat
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| Me and my niggas got a dream, to get rich in these streets
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| Pimping hoes and getting do', is how it’s suppose to be
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| Be rolling slow and blowing dro, with a heater close to me
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| But still focused G, cause life ain’t no game
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| Showing love to them thugs, earning stripes in this game
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| Through the hype and the fame, cause life it won’t change
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| Trying to shake these fake snakes, and break the cycle of pain
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| Man it’s shife in this game, so trust no one
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| And if some drama come your way, then nigga bust your gun
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| Nigga bucks gon come, if you got your mind on it
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| Try to hustle everyday and get it, go and grind homie
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| Put it on the line homie, give it all you got
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| Cause when you dead or on lock, that’s when that balling stops
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| Born gutter, another raised by a single mother
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| Had to struggle, youngest of three sisters and three brothers
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| Three bedroom apartment, two rooms were split
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| One for the girls one for the boys, deal with it that’s it
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| Had to babysit eachother, mama worked all day
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| While her kids stayed in drama, doing dirt all day
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| I saw the hurt in her eyes, picking me up from school
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| Had a smart mouth got kicked out, for doing the fool
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| Thinking I’m cool, till I saw that sad look on her face
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| Hoping her son don’t end up dead, or catching a case
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| Just make one mistake, and get sent upstate
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| Get one visit a month, behind glass and the gate
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| Uh-uh she wanted her baby boy, to live his dreams
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| Uh-huh, she wanted her baby boy to have the finer things
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| I guess that’s why, I’m blessed fella
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| Sometimes it rain harder, hope you got yourself an umbrella
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| Mama was mama but, mama was daddy too
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| Cause mama had the knowledge, to do things a daddy do
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| I woman can’t raise a man, it takes a man to raise a man
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| Can’t say that, cause she laid down and she made a man
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| Taught me everything I knew, mama was major man
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| I’m 24 years old, look how mama made a man
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| She put food on the table, use to break her neck
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| Wake up at 4:30 in the morning, just to make a check
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| I use to drive her car, while she rode the bus to work
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| She wasn’t tripping, as long as she got us to work
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| Mama’s like a life mechanic, she got stuff to work
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| Got mad at her son, when she heard that I touched the work
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| And mama made sure, I never saw a sad day
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| She gave me all I need, I never saw a bad day
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| The man of my house, she did things my dad’s way
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| That’s why I had to congratulate her, on my dad’s day |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rainin (feat. Sir Daily & Killa Kyleon), artist - Slim Thug. Album song Boyz-N-Blue, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп