[Intro: Blue Raspberry, Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, Samples]
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?)
[Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Ghostface Killah & Raekwon]
It's raining, he's changing (Fuckin'— Yo, I'ma murder somebody, man, for real, I ain't playing, whatever, man, whatever)
My man is going insane, insane (The war is on, yo)
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
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, ninety-four
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 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?)
[Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Ghostface Killah & Raekwon]
It's raining, he's changing (Fuckin'— Yo, I'ma murder somebody, man, for real, I ain't playing, whatever, man, whatever)
My man is going insane, insane (The war is on, yo)
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
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, ninety-four
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?
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