[Intro]
Yeah
Yo Epidemix, I think we got 'em with this one, man
It's 'bout time, too
Yeah, woo!
[Chorus]
Never see me ridin' 'round in the rain (In the rain)
Man I could be ballin' with a chain (With a chain)
Makin' money but your man don't change (Yeah)
This life is all I know
Never see me ridin' 'round in the rain (In the rain)
Man I could be ballin' with a chain (Goddamn)
Makin' money but your man don't change (Woo!)
This life is all I know
[Verse 1]
Jumpin' hurdles but ain't duckin' the law
Fuck with a boss who travel like he study abroad
Bitch, I made it 'cause I grind, not the luck of the draw
Ride every single beat, I got my knuckles in gauze
And I'ma spit flows 'til I be livin' up in my fifth home
(New York!) Call my 50-ish shout out to Jim Jones
Love my haters, I'm 'bout to give 'em a quick loan
Make 'em switch tones like they fuckin' with a flip phone
Got em nervous by the way that I'm rhymin'
I'm changin' the climate, the product of impatiently grindin'
I'm breakin' my silence, I'm finally 'bout to make a deposit
No, I don't got no kids, yeah, but I could pay for they college
So why the fuck not? Kill it 'til my lungs pop
Came a long way from ridin' up at the bus stop
Been up in the cut like a muh'fuckin' blood clot
All up in they grill, straight-faced like a mug shot
What!
Yeah
Yo Epidemix, I think we got 'em with this one, man
It's 'bout time, too
Yeah, woo!
[Chorus]
Never see me ridin' 'round in the rain (In the rain)
Man I could be ballin' with a chain (With a chain)
Makin' money but your man don't change (Yeah)
This life is all I know
Never see me ridin' 'round in the rain (In the rain)
Man I could be ballin' with a chain (Goddamn)
Makin' money but your man don't change (Woo!)
This life is all I know
[Verse 1]
Jumpin' hurdles but ain't duckin' the law
Fuck with a boss who travel like he study abroad
Bitch, I made it 'cause I grind, not the luck of the draw
Ride every single beat, I got my knuckles in gauze
And I'ma spit flows 'til I be livin' up in my fifth home
(New York!) Call my 50-ish shout out to Jim Jones
Love my haters, I'm 'bout to give 'em a quick loan
Make 'em switch tones like they fuckin' with a flip phone
Got em nervous by the way that I'm rhymin'
I'm changin' the climate, the product of impatiently grindin'
I'm breakin' my silence, I'm finally 'bout to make a deposit
No, I don't got no kids, yeah, but I could pay for they college
So why the fuck not? Kill it 'til my lungs pop
Came a long way from ridin' up at the bus stop
Been up in the cut like a muh'fuckin' blood clot
All up in they grill, straight-faced like a mug shot
What!
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