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Smell like it going to rain, I can tell it going to rain
I never could predict the weather, but I could tell when a n***a need change
So I packed a pa** in a duffle bag, tied it to a wish with a rope
Then I threw it all in the river, old folks said hope it don't float
Hell, rather drown my sorrows
Better that than to sank my boat
And I never could walk on water, but I do believe in miracles though
I'm from a house full of spiritual folks --where mom hold on to her hopes that I might be a preacher
I told her this the same sh**, different pull --if you listen then you might be a believer
b**hes love a n***a like Bieber
n***as love a n***a like their homeboy
Who raise a n***a son like his own boy
If the reaper came today, and took him home boy
That's a real n***a for ya'
I never claim to be a saint like NOLA
Thought I was back to the hustle
I think Tariq digging how I got over
For the nights I spent, cold nights when the ice cements
Hole in the washed-up joints, getting money just me and my b**h
Hell, I wasn't trying to get rich but there I sit
While she collect her tips, and I come to grips with this where I fit
In the scheme of things, but ain't k**ed a dream
James Earl Ray, Martin Luther King
Change going to come, I heard Sam Cooke sing
When I was child I used to play hood games
Corinthians 13:11, brethren
Lord knows I'm no reverend, heaven
They got me out here like Ray Lewis, and I'm tellin' n***as no weapon, 'F' them
Forn against me shall prosper, n***a U.K. where the n***as say proper
Brand new day cause a n***a chose not to, blame and complain about what we ain't got
Bear One with me, so here we go partner
Live in the stereo, cheerio partner
sh** ain't been the same since the Gold Rush dropped a year ago
They here though we rocking like [??]
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