Blast Holiday - The Rain lyrics

[Verse 1: Blast Holiday] Seeing shadows smoke kryptonite And when I wake, won't remember what I did this night... Long as my kids is right Forbid this life, with all the promises that's made to be broken Scuba diving in a codeine ocean Screw-driving, car feel like it's floating, through the backstreets Rat Pack in the backseat Sammy Davis and Frank Sinatra Not the ones that'll whisper to coppers, big guns That'll whistle and flock up 'fore the missiles come drop you Share some words with Oscar Grant the third Bet Johannes Mehserle get what he deserve Pa** my buddy the herb, to disappear through the Clouds of smoke, this feeling that I'm feeling is dope This rhyme chilling like my pen off coke Cause this the illest sh** I ever wrote Secret society of criminals that never broke Facing a double life sentence, all he got is hope, just to cope... It seem like just yesterday we had no pots to piss in No money to cop spliffs to put piff in Cracked our first pyrex in your granny's kitchen Closer to each other when the money was distant Now he gone and I miss him, wishing I was with him... [Verse 2: HD] Summertime grittin', trnya get it how I live it n***as in my trap whipping and it ain't no soup kitchen Pitbull by the door, if a n***a come tripping Squeeze it to the limit, leave a b**h n***a timid 22s like Emmet, 33s like Pippen Rock 23 like Jordan when I'm scoring When it rain in the Ice, it get to pouring Looking at a felony, you better get your lawyer Chee-Chee and L-Boogie's feeling just like Lauryn Choking on the sweetest thing, got me high soaring Through the sky, free Lil Rod on 61-I Turned into a high-speed, started as a joy ride RIP Lil C, that's just how the boy died Two eyes on my Glock, you could call me four-eyes Two gerbers, that mean I'm finna pour five Fake n***as telling fairy tales like story-time I remember the drama, and the pain it brung At a early age, a user of weed and guns I was corrupted as a young n***a man... [Verse 3: HD] Legit don't matter, climbing up this ladder Destruct you, rocking with my thang in public XP like an egg carton, he hold dozen But I will Smith like Jada's husband Feeling like Akon, I still will k** Whites beating n***as down like they did Emmet Till Now for Lovelle Mixon bust off your steel Because whenever I die, I wanna go out real He died for the cause, not a ripped up bill Tried to sell him K-Roll, copped a brick and a Sig ? we burned the Joseph, pigs with a license to k** Got birds, lawsuit I hope they get up from here, thank you...