Let It Rain

Your pockets' slim pickings

Lay him out like grilled chicken

It's been an hour but that blunt still hitting like a champion

Eating scampi with Batali 50 feet from the Pantheon

And that's my life, 60k for the glass pipe

I'll break it on your head if you don't act right

They'll be bagpipes playing like a cop died

While I wiggle 850s wearing foxhide

I pray to Jobu that we all get money and live life sunny with a gold pool

But the fact is, I stand alone like cactus

Hide money under tempurpedic mattresses, shit

You don't know the half of this (you bitch) nah (you bitch)

I serve the Jersey Shore Line with furs on (uh)

It's my world get my swerve on (oh)

Install the turbo on the Cherokee for certain

It's like my life directed by Tim Burton

And daddy twisted off the henara

And I'm always on the center stage

Reminisce on better days in a hammock reading Hemingway

Trying to get a better brain, then it rained

Let it rain (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I musta been a junkie in my past life

I musta been a junkie in my past life

Standin' in front of McDonalds throwin bottles

Ninety degrees tips on [?] kit corn

[?] pissed on

Land of the free I think wrong (I think wrong)

You know I got the drug so potent

Johnny took a hit, he died came back

Said, "That's that shit" (Goddamn!)

Two-twenty in Toyota supras

Shit sounding like I'm shooting off bazookas

Flushing Queens no scare business here

Assemble weapons with no hand twitches here

Plus the strength of twelve oxen

Hold it down, there's no option

Let it rain (uh)

I musta been a junkie in my past life, you know

I musta been a fiend in my past life, fuck

I musta been a junkie in my past life

Uh

These dudes trash like Michael Jordan jeans

Hahaha, that's it. I'm done