Leo - Rain, Pour lyrics

[Bomb Official] Yo, I be the boss of the bossman, supplying the team Be the jack of all trades, you can crown me king Put a stop to ya whole regime, when I step on the scene They just love it how a gangsta lean Be my stats, so I wore my hat low, no Fidel Castro And I ain't talking bout my cash flow I got coke out the a**, yo And the mean is green weed, just sprinkle the seeds and watch the gra** role Life in the fast lane, I'm into fast dames That like doing something strange for a piece of change Call me propane, cuz I'm known to spit flames And torture n***a, whether from far or close range [Chorus 2X: L.E.O.] Rain, pour, these boys bring thunder Ya'll slow 'caine with hurricane storms this summer Look, we the umbrella you under We the money you re-up, you just a little come up [Mike Millz] I done been around the world, seen a lotta sh** Fought alotta n***as, seduced alotta chicks Did all of my jail time, never did I snitch Rep the wall wit gem stars, never got a skitch Off a rep, I warn a n***a, stop the charades Since my high school days, I been popping the gauge Went from jump shots to handling the rock, to get paid Now they wave, cuz I made it from the block to the stage What a feeling, and it used to be me Greeted and treated like a star, for tormenting these beats I walk the streets without a care in the world, that's how I dose it Even the youngings, admire how I thug it Got to love it, I went from rubbers to star studded And on top of all that, I'm well respected by the public I ain't got a blood or crip tear tat in my face To prove that the kid match my great, in this b**h [Chorus 2X] [L.E.O.] f**ed up alot of lives, product I sodomize Coke holla crime, but holla I'm, dollar signs Out of this grind, out of my mind Well, not at the time, I stop at the prime I'll die, know that I try to get chips, know that I ride Don't cry, just try to get rich b**h f** a cell block, n***a, I bail hop Gingerbread runaway train, until the rail stop Now, picture me rolling, b**hes burning, snitching Roast is the work, cuz now I'm pitching the murders Picture me under the building, gun by the pillar Nothing but k**as, drug dealers, young n***as Dag, welcome to puff golla, know what the marks know Talk to the NARC's now, walk through the dark And see scars of stigmata on his rider Know that I was marked by the big father, holla [Chorus 2X]