Lil B - Chasing The Rain lyrics
[Lil B - Chasing The Rain lyrics]
It's your boy Lil B
Shouts out to none of you rappers
Your careers is over based
Chasing the Rain
I know that the game got slight change
I stopped hittin licks ‘cause that
Shit was just chump change
My dude said "B, you a god for the streets"
And I ain’t seen him in days
My boys hustle for keeps
And you on that petty shit my bruh
Felony and bank-rob
I know a white girl that did
10 for a bank job seen a lot of money
But that shit ain’t never fazed me
I’m driving down 6
In the Stolo looking crazy
I’m feeling like the boss
My tat game is real life
You think I got a tongue because
I like the rock shit?
Bruh, I hit 40 licks and
I’m known to rock shit
Put my name on the paper, shit
I’m finna eat meals
Only nigga from the hood 16 with a deal
And I still don’t have car ‘cause
I walk around the streets bitch
Young Beezy B, yeah it's Young Beezy B!
And I’m coming for your crown
So watch out Weezy Wee
And Drizzy Drake, Missy and Ol' Jay-Z
We ain’t got real beef, this is lyrical shit
I’m in the transplant car
Call it the miracle whip
Hip-Hop need a God and I'm
Ready to be crucifixed
Shit, I guess you listen to these rappers
They all apart of SAG ‘cause
They some really good actors
Ready for the war
Bring your whole fucking team out
It's like Star Wars the way I
Bring that fucking beam out
A lot of haters talk
But they ain’t making no music
They rather live fake, make money
Then they lose it
My back against the wall thats
Why I feel Lil Boosie
I’m in the beach house with your main bitch
Choosin’ and I don’t play games because I
Ain’t fucking with them losers
Because in my life time
I can’t make no excuses
Came from the bottom with my
Knee up on my waistline
Yeah! I was a baller in high school
Had a different whip, everyday, switchin’
Cops came by and theres no need for snitchin’
Because when you do that
Your membrane full of stitches
Code of the real: that you
Mind your own business
Code of the block: is that
You never stop grinding
‘Cause I been under pressure
That's why I love diamonds
I’m a X-Man, I’m a mutant of the future
Never ever thought the quiet
Dude might shoot ya
Cause loud mouth men, they immature students
This my class, so I’m here every day
I’m on the honor roll and
I’m still a real nuisance
Brang Dang Dang and I’m back, AND I’m juicin’
My eyes getting red, my soul is on the canvas
Painting on my body and it's
Like you on campus where's homeroom
Because I’m looking for the master
You play games and I’m not, shit, Ted Danson
But the bullets leave you dancing
I’d kidnap myself
And put my music up for ransom
Lil Boss, I’m handsome god damn 'em bruh
God damn 'em bruh
It's that real shit, know what I mean?
Chasing the rain, you feel me? But like
This some real Westside mafia music type shit
Know what I mean?
Coming from the motherfucking realest, man
Lil B for "Lil Boss"
Like I said from the first time, man
All you rap niggas, man, it's a problem
Know what I mean?
Suck my dick bitch, you feel me?
And that's how we in this motherfucker, man
Hundred thousand, hundred million, man
I'm in this motherfucker going
8 zilli, 8 willi
Trillion thousand on a bitch
Shouts out to none of you rappers
Your careers is over based
Chasing the Rain
I know that the game got slight change
I stopped hittin licks ‘cause that
Shit was just chump change
My dude said "B, you a god for the streets"
And I ain’t seen him in days
My boys hustle for keeps
And you on that petty shit my bruh
Felony and bank-rob
I know a white girl that did
10 for a bank job seen a lot of money
But that shit ain’t never fazed me
I’m driving down 6
In the Stolo looking crazy
I’m feeling like the boss
My tat game is real life
You think I got a tongue because
I like the rock shit?
Bruh, I hit 40 licks and
I’m known to rock shit
Put my name on the paper, shit
I’m finna eat meals
Only nigga from the hood 16 with a deal
And I still don’t have car ‘cause
I walk around the streets bitch
Young Beezy B, yeah it's Young Beezy B!
And I’m coming for your crown
So watch out Weezy Wee
And Drizzy Drake, Missy and Ol' Jay-Z
We ain’t got real beef, this is lyrical shit
I’m in the transplant car
Call it the miracle whip
Hip-Hop need a God and I'm
Ready to be crucifixed
Shit, I guess you listen to these rappers
They all apart of SAG ‘cause
They some really good actors
Ready for the war
Bring your whole fucking team out
It's like Star Wars the way I
Bring that fucking beam out
A lot of haters talk
But they ain’t making no music
They rather live fake, make money
Then they lose it
My back against the wall thats
Why I feel Lil Boosie
I’m in the beach house with your main bitch
Choosin’ and I don’t play games because I
Ain’t fucking with them losers
Because in my life time
I can’t make no excuses
Came from the bottom with my
Knee up on my waistline
Yeah! I was a baller in high school
Had a different whip, everyday, switchin’
Cops came by and theres no need for snitchin’
Because when you do that
Your membrane full of stitches
Code of the real: that you
Mind your own business
Code of the block: is that
You never stop grinding
‘Cause I been under pressure
That's why I love diamonds
I’m a X-Man, I’m a mutant of the future
Never ever thought the quiet
Dude might shoot ya
Cause loud mouth men, they immature students
This my class, so I’m here every day
I’m on the honor roll and
I’m still a real nuisance
Brang Dang Dang and I’m back, AND I’m juicin’
My eyes getting red, my soul is on the canvas
Painting on my body and it's
Like you on campus where's homeroom
Because I’m looking for the master
You play games and I’m not, shit, Ted Danson
But the bullets leave you dancing
I’d kidnap myself
And put my music up for ransom
Lil Boss, I’m handsome god damn 'em bruh
God damn 'em bruh
It's that real shit, know what I mean?
Chasing the rain, you feel me? But like
This some real Westside mafia music type shit
Know what I mean?
Coming from the motherfucking realest, man
Lil B for "Lil Boss"
Like I said from the first time, man
All you rap niggas, man, it's a problem
Know what I mean?
Suck my dick bitch, you feel me?
And that's how we in this motherfucker, man
Hundred thousand, hundred million, man
I'm in this motherfucker going
8 zilli, 8 willi
Trillion thousand on a bitch