Rainy Dayz Re-Up Gang

[Intro]
It's raining, he's changing
My man is going insane, insane
The war is on

[Verse 1: Ab Liva]
On rainy days I sat back and cooked crack
In Bug's house the kitchen light was dim from the crack smoke
Peeking through a crack back door for the police
Back room crack fiends front room we throw dice
In between sales on them slow nights cold nights
Kerosene heaters huddled over but that smoke make you choke
Like the residue of those lost souls
At the end of their rope like to see em lose hope
And have kids objected to this shit what a low life
But I am I was slinging Snow White
Sometimes when I'm alone like
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My own life is fucked so this is what I chose right
Rap was just a hobby back then man I was so like
I didn't think it go right
So I met these hoes like
I was busy buying clothes
Stunting for these hoes like
Rims on cars gems like a star
But there gotta be a better fucking way
But it was slow like
Babies Hades, is where my kind's go like
Feelin' like a raisin in the sun I can't grow right
Then I got the flow right now a nigga so right