Rick Ross - The Weatherr lyrics

[Nipsey Hussle] (Most the time when the rain just starts pouring By how we grinded made the weather change for us,) x3 We rolled through but we never changed for em So smile for us when you see us drive fours n***as watch us ball stop and stall n***a not at all I'm popping bras with Tiny Hog at the shopping mall All money in the squad or I'm not involved Can't pay the cost to floss I just watch em floss SL's with the topping off Dress well when it's time to ball Couple hundred for my boxer drawers Young n***a used to shop at Ross First to shoot when it's popping off Couple times a n***a almost got popped by Ross Crash unit buzz cut ex marines Crenshaw and Slauson ave at 17 Infant Stone, Lil Shady [?] 85' Cutla** with the 380's Summertime functions that made streets crazy Shoot it out that's what this crew's about Hanging out the Cutla** window with the Ruger out Prove yo self k**ers in pursuit of clout It feels wrong but who is you to doubt Look my master plan was buy a pound then move it south And hopefully one day I'll put this music out Tripping now seen how it's moving out I'm buying spots a n***a moving out My fan base I see em moving south I'm over seas eating f**ing crout Yeah so I can tell you what this hustling's bout I couldn't tell you what no luck about I had maps on my wall n***a Dope sacks in my drawers n***a Look a lot of stress I couldn't rest not at all A n***a risking everything trynna ball [Rick Ross] Gotta let it breathe You can put the weed out Double M n***as get it then they fall off It's cuz they all soft A n***a like me started at the car wash 8am - 10pm that's on a rainy day Wise words from dope boys meant everything They say it's levels to the street life Then I scene that bezel with that pink ice All natural momma tell you to be careful In the trap trapping to increase capital No longer cruising with the windows down Hand on the pistol anticipating a riddle sound I'm Kanye when it came to Ye' Jay Z when it came to Ki's I'm snoop when it came to weed So now they wanna Biggie me As the credit rose now the charges federal Money bags im placing up on the pedastal Still on the block in my Reeboks You ain't even know these was the Basquiats You ain't even really know who really call shots Worldwide master mind number one all charts [Cuzzy Capone] Yeah Reporting live from the land of the hopeless Representing for the team that won rings with no coaches We stay strapped and be co*ky so don't approach us Price Johnson with a big gold chain and Louis loafers Been hiding guns in the sofa since Toy Soldiers Thunder Domes up at Hyde Park didn't nobody know us We took all fades our introduction was from the shoulders We was kids honestly we just needed someone to hold us Grinding hard on them corners became bolder Fascinated by the cream all we wanted was Range Rovers On the block politicking with brain blowers Real n***as that got love in they heart but can't show it We live and die for the fame and lights glowing Fox Hills buying Jordans but still the pain's showing When I die put me next to the dead poets Tell em GOD had a plan for me and I didn't know it VICTORY!