Jojo Pellegrino - Rain Drops lyrics

Feat. Solomon Childs [Intro: Solomon Childs] Good evening ladies and gentlemen, uh huh I'd like to bring to the stage a good friend of mine Go ahead and do it, ayo Jo, you already know how it go Out with the old, in with the new n***as don't want it with us man, they don't want it with us Timberland boots all dirty Yeah stomp a n***a's mouth with them dirty, yeah, ow [JoJo Pellegrino] These motherf**ers stay hating with bu*ton lips You know that I know that you know that I'm the sh** As well as a b**h, karma's a grudge Some people born twice, give em life, and they momma the judge I got two black squeezers, I nicknamed them chocolate and fudge You know Pella practice protection, only pop em with gloves Strick a match, you deal with fire like an arsonist does Thwy don't wanna see me profit or budge It's like trying to shut me down, but truth now, that won't stop the buzz How do I go from battling in the streets, drinking ??? of weak To pushing coka and trees just to make ends meat Somethin fishy, when I was down, my friends wouldn't lift me And took it as an opportunity to kick me Feelin like the old school fifty, nobody likes meeee Odds against me, but I get busy I'm the future dude, it's history Move through pissy steps, who was k**as reps Rugers, millis, tecs, my music's gritty Write to both funs, two bars simultaneously at the same time I see beyond the dumb smog, the stars is alligned In my rearview I see a car full of swine Aselam Alecheim, no ham or bacon, simply I pay em no mind Cop it, chop it, rap nation's trying to profit Sew em up in forty forties with forty forites in my pocket Closed at the seems, cops pull me over, try to give me a speeding ticket Told him, 'Officer, I'm chasing my dreams' what [Chorus X2: JoJo Pellegrino] This is where the game stops I pose for the lightning, rap for the thunder Live life dancing between the raindrops Cool and calm just like the eye of a storm Watching the moon climb, hoping the sun rise come dawn [JoJo Pellegrino] Only things guaranteed in life, d**h and taxes Most are dying dead, spending whatever's left on caskets Me I hustle, mentaly's struggle until I catch a deal One foot in the grave, the other on a bannana peel As a kid, I never loved money, my heart didn't desire it Now my whole day consists of scamming hard to acuire it I'm a dreamer, last thing I'm thinkin is job and retirement My stomach empty, nothing but larvae inside of it Daddy creepin, rap is sleeping, they probably thought I fell off Been a minute since the sh** was in XXL and The Source See hip-hop's like a b**h, she had me whipped, or she had some ??? Stop calling, now she on her knees crawling back too me My thirst for knowledge fill the cup to the rim You punks naked without guns, murk you with the lethal weapon under the brim Press you, you're all trash, whatever the forecast I weather the storm's wrath, but the hecklers talk trash [Chorus]