Keyboard Kid - Chasing The Rain lyrics

[Intro] It's your boy Lil B Shouts out to none of you rappers Your careers is over Based [Verse] Chasing the Rain, I know that the game got slight change I stopped hittin licks ‘cause that sh** was just chump change My dude said “B, you a god for the streets” And I ain't seen him in days, my boys hustle for keeps And you on that petty sh** my bruh, felony and bank-rob I know a white girl that did 10 for a bank job Seen a lot of money, but that sh** ain't never fazed me I'm driving down 6, in the Stolo looking crazy I'm feeling like the boss, my tat game is real life You think I got a tongue because I like the rock sh**? Bruh, I hit 40 licks and I'm known to rock sh** Put my name on the paper, sh**, I'm finna eat meals Only n***a from the hood 16 with a deal And I still don't have car ‘cause I walk around the streets b**h Young Beezy B, yeah it's Young Beezy B! And I'm coming for your crown so watch out Weezy Wee And Drizzy Drake, Missy and Ol' Jay-Z We ain't got real beef, this is lyrical sh** I'm in the transplant car, call it the miracle whip Hip-Hop need a God and I'm ready to be crucifixed sh**, I guess you listen to these rappers They all apart of SAG ‘cause they some really good actors Ready for the war, bring your whole f**ing team out It's like Star Wars the way I bring that f**ing beam out A lot of haters talk, but they ain't making no music They rather live fake, make money, then they lose it My back against the wall thats why I feel Lil Boosie I'm in the beach house with your main b**h, choosin' And I don't play games because I ain't f**ing with them losers Because in my life time, I can't make no excuses Came from the bottom with my knee up on my waistline Yeah! I was a baller in high school Had a different whip, everyday, switchin' Cops came by and theres no need for snitchin' Because when you do that, your membrane full of stitches Code of the real: that you mind your own business Code of the block: is that you never stop grinding ‘Cause I been under pressure, that's why I love diamonds I'm a X-Man, I'm a mutant of the future Never ever thought the quiet dude might shoot ya Cause loud mouth men, they immature students This my cla**, so I'm here every day I'm on the honor roll and I'm still a real nuisance Brang Dang Dang and I'm back, AND I'm juicin' My eyes getting red, my soul is on the canvas Painting on my body and it's like you on campus Where's homeroom, because I'm looking for the master You play games and I'm not, sh**, Ted Danson But the bullets leave you dancing I'd kidnap myself, and put my music up for ransom Lil Boss, I'm handsome God damn 'em bruh... God damn 'em bruh... [Outro] It's that real sh**, know what I mean? Chasing the rain, you feel me? But like, this some real Westside mafia music type sh** Know what I mean? Coming from the motherf**ing realest, man Lil B for "Lil Boss" Like I said from the first time, man All you rap n***as, man, it's a problem Know what I mean? s** my dick b**h, you feel me? And that's how we in this motherf**er, man Hundred thousand, hundred million, man I'm in this motherf**er going 8 zilli, 8 willi, trillion thousand on a b**h