Boosie BadAzz - The Rain lyrics

In my feelings Dirty system tried to hit me with the needle, man Always losing my people man, deceitful, man Take your boys back to beefing man And just when you tried to leave the game Close friends in the grave, I've seen the stinking rain Sticking needles in my body, diabetes, man The struggle of a young hustler, I could teach you, man Cancer in and out my body, I can breathe again I seen chains so tight on my wrist, they bled on me Brought OG in my circle for him to tell on me (Damn, Po) They say my best friend, Murda brought the feds on me 'Cause he was getting them for the low, now he dead on me Rest in peace love The rain, man And the rain comes down so hard In my life Why god, (in my life) the rain comes down so hard Tried to leave the state, stay away from drama Still on parole, fake cases from your baby momma Lost Trell momma, that was my right hand Lost my aunty Keisha, I need a momma sayin' Praying, why my family, we in the rain again Dude ain't finished his 10, G Money back again Maybe it's 'cause I was seeing him, but we was raised to win Bronson won't do that whole 10, I been getting it in Been crossed by n***as, that hurt my heart like kidney stones I got some henchmen gone (Rest in peace, Ghost), half of my kidney gone (You ain't know, n***a?) (You ain't know, n***a?) And the rain comes down so hard (Hard) Oh my God Why my rain comes down so hard (All the time in my life) My God (My God) You know my rain comes down so hard The rain come down hard as a motherf**er, don't it? He saved our life, God a motherf**er, how don't it? Deedee sister Bucky, she called me lil brother Six-year-old shot by cops, ripped him up with cutters This my state and guess what, he with my skin color (He was white) Looked like going to that place f**ed up my friend's hustle (She was right) Seeing envy hit my clique, I had to sit and suffer And still be threatened to go to court by my kid's mother (Your mother tripping) This a real struggle, on d**h row, I slept in water puddles Heat so bad, it was scorching, brother Front page of the news page, Angola, where the thugs go King of all this rap sh**, but I can't get no cover though But that won't stop my hustle though In my feelings, n***a We in to your life n***a You hear the j**elries, you hear the chains on me But it's the, real live motherf**ing session, you in here with me right now sh**, fresh off the bed, n***a, fresh out the hospital I won't stop n***a