Rainy Dayz (feat. Ghostface Killah & Blue Raspberry)

It's a mystery inside

Of how I'm gonna get mine

I'm thinking 'bout so many ways

Of how to conquer these rainy days

You sang beautifully just now

I sing for him and he isn't here

It's going down, man, word, man (what's up, Black?)

Niggas just fuckin' robbed my gate, man (word?)

It's raining (fuckin', yo, I'ma murder somebody, man, for real, I ain't playing)

He's changing (whatever, man, whatever)

My man is going insane, insane (the war is on, yo)

On rainy days, I sit back and count ways on

How to get rich, son, show and prove, ask my bitch

Stood up late nights, build with my a-alikes

We can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics

But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch

How it goes the only pesos made from scratch

But in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy

Heavy on the wrist, Polo mocs, socks and rugbies

Old flicks remind me of Gucci's

Back in Union Square when little Maxmil blast Pierre

That was Build Build, fast-forward '94

Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more

Bless me out of state, howdy, Jake, Starks is back

Niggas want work, nine brought back off a G-pack

Coke rocks flood the co-ops, live in gossip

Them big lip niggas singing to cops need to box it

Stop it, the projects over-flooded with slow leaks

The fiends geek, new faces get wrapped in sheets

I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese line

Sipping on fine wines, the power of the blacks refined

(Rainy days), divine

Waiting on these royalties takes too long

It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee

But that's ungodly, so, yo, God, pardon me

I need it real quick, the dough flow like penmanship

Meatheads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit

So now talk shit, nigga, what?

It's raining, he's changing

My man is going insane, insane

It's raining (past sunlight, more gunfight)

What brings rain, hail, snow, and earthquakes?

The beat breaks, 'cause all my niggas to break, son

Styles is similar to criminals locked up

With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up

I live once, though the mind stays infinite

Traveling to touch nine planets in my midst

While I carry, to earn a decent salary

Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be

Real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and max

And real cats cold, watch my back

But listen to the Wu, son, and maintain

It's all real, starving individuals kill

I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone

Projects infested with rats, cats, and crack, holmes

Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it

So many fake, half real freedom-build

Born to science, my alliance analyzes

Wild surprises, keeping my eyes wide to this

The unfortunate, laying in mountains counting

With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn

Chill dun, just for real ones, light the lye up

I hate to have to tie the next guy up

Pay attention to 1010 WINS, Wu blends

Now I'm steering you to truth, buckle up, now who's a legend?

It's raining, he's changing (word up, dun?)

It's raining (peace to Philly, VA) (my man is going insane), he's -, (these days, word up, y'all?)

My man is going insane (word up, the sun, moon and stars, fly cars, word up, y'all?)

No sunlight, more gun fights

I've lost him to the street life

(I've lost him to the street life), street life

No cash flow, no more dough

He's someone I don't even know

Someone I don't know, rainy days

Gettin' through those rainy days

Gettin' through those rainy days

Gettin' through those rainy days

Gettin' through those rainy days

I lost him to the street life

The street life, oh-whoa