Hook:f** wrong wit thes coppas
They k**in my conduct(X2)
They gettin away
3 months suspended
But still gettin paid
Im from bmore
So my hands go up for freddie gray
Its too many rainy days(X2)
Like when will the sun comes out?
They k**t my dawg
I ain't get a chance to see his sun come out
Its too many rainy days(X3)
Verse 1:
First off f** the law
Tell them b**hes to free the crew
N free all the real n***as
That be sittin for sh** they ain't even do
They k**in my conduct
n***a it could be me or you
Or both of us
They cold blooded
Im just tellin the truth
Its too many rainy days yea
n***as ain't even gettin no money
These n***as be too busy hatin
I use to sit in the basement
I use to write till my hands hurt
Think you gon do something to one of my n***as
Imma hit you and yo mans first
n***a we part of this damn war
They k**in us like a damn sport
Me n my n***as ain't goin for it
Remember when everything was going good
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Verse 2:
Watchu kno about the f**in streets
When u comin outta baltimore
Police keep k**in n***as
Make a n***a wanna start a war
I been really goin thru some sh**
I been goin to court about about this lor b**h
That had me sittin wit a low bail
My lawyer got me back on the bricks
Only thing i got good
Down half when a n***a piss
Every time i get booked
They ask about the true bill sh**
I told yall ion know nothin
Hit my lawyer up
Gave him more money
Every time one hater go
Seem like it be more comin
Noisy b**hes all in my buisness
Askin me how my store runnin
Lor n***as gettin big headed
Whole time you dont store nothin
My lor n***as str8 young gunnas
They'll put the bullets right in ya under
Catch his a** when its foggy out
Gurantee he won't see the summer
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