Lil’ O, Bleeda, Z-Ro - It Can't Rain 4 Ever lyrics

Chow time, chow time
Everybody line up for chow, chow time
Line up for chow, line up for chow

I got dreams, of being a king
(But right now, I'm living in hell
Visions of balling as I sit in my cell)
But everything ain't what it seems
(I'm praying, asking God for some help
When I get out, I'll be back for my wealth
It can't rain forever)

But dear Lord, change the weather
Cause these scars and these bars
Make my pain make pleasure
And I'm a long far away
From everything that I treasure
All because, I was chasing this cheddar
But in my dream I was a king
But nothing ever comes to a dreamer
So I turned to a hustler
Block bleeder and schemer
Daddy noticed something different
Bout my gangsta demeanor
But he never, could just point the finger
But now he know, cause I'm locked up now
No more Benz with the roof, popped up now
I do my laundry in the toilet
And it's stopped up now
Boys think it's some pussy jacking off
When a female guard walk thru now
My life is a shame
But nigga doing time is the price of the game
And all this wasting time
Doing nights in the bang
Got me realizing that my life gotta change
For real

I use to have dreams
About having too much bread
But seem like whoever stacking me
Down with who bust lead
Trying to take something from em
And I ain't having none of that
Artillery is close by
I'mma be grabbing some of that
If somebody was looking at me funny
I was about my money
Acting like the world was mine
And nobody could take it from me
Too much traffic, at my house now
No more twenties
I moved up to pounds and soft now
Got diamonds and gold in my mouth now
Hustling hoping I can get rich
Risking mo' than my freedom
Turning a continent to a brick
In the briefcase
Nervous but tired of being a cheap skate
Running in and out of town on the regular
With no delay
Two hundred and seventeen thousand
Dollar spot 35, 000 dollar watch
You can hear it when my collar pop
I was a baller, balling in the mix
With seven cell phones
Now all my people calling in this bitch

And Lord knows, he got to lighten up on me
Sooner or later
It's bound to brighten up for me
But as of now black clouds
Have been above me so I'm feeling like Pac
Trying to be calm and survive the storm
But I'm missing my block
Sick of niggas screaming
Throughout the night, wishing they'd stop
Bitching about
If they gon get a visit or not
When I get out it's back to the block
Ain't got no time to keep
(it can't rain forever) not on a nigga
That's designed to get it only 23
With at least eighteen prior convictions
Guess I'mma doubt trying to get it
And over ride this visit
I've been through and through it again
Troubles trials and trenches
On the edge of reserve
Riding on benches sitting in
Back of the court reading breezing
Through new bible scriptures
Ain't no reason for Bleeda lying and kick it
But for my niggas on lock
That's still, filling out their grocery list
I blaze tracks like a rapper real over a pit
When I'mma wake up

I know, I know (it can't rain forever)