Got no problems with Jones, that Cutty Buddy the song Did a song with Lil O just did a song with Z-ro Also did one with Flip and with Trae you already
money no more we just blow it (We spend it all up) We don't even count the money no more we just throw it And make 'em pick it all up [Trae Tha Truth
Her name is Querida, Her friend is la Luna, Me trae fortuna y habla el idioma de mi corazon So lovely she is La nina for me La quiero de veras Y cuando
somewhere and lock the door A single battle lost but not the war (?®cause) Tomorrow's another day And I'm thirsty anyway So bring on the rain It's almost
a name We all need a little help to get on our feet again And we all need a little help but I won?t be taking it So bring on the rain Cause I?m so
hide away Somewhere and lock the door A single battle lost but the war ('cause) Tomorrow's another day And I'm thirsty anyway So bring on the rain
glory And I know There?ll be days When this life brings me pain But if that?s what it takes to praise You Jesus Bring the Rain I am Yours regardless
I am Could you understand? If your the outsider viewing in You'll never know The shades of life, unless you open your mind You fear change So bring on the rain
(feat. Trae & P.O.P.) [Hook:] M16, I'm reloading my magazine And I will murder, ever bumber clot run Keep my hand, on my gun whoa [Trae:] I don't think
proud, and she could see me Cause heaven ain't too far away from the ghetto, but touching it ain't easy God, give me the victory and bring me out the rain
ghetto Popeye, but I don't eat spinach I'ma keep going, I keep on flowing just like the Nile Million dolla mouthpiece, everytime I smile Lookin throwda , nigga ask Trae
alright [Trae] I swear, deep down I be sinkin The same things over and over they never get better I miss my niggaz, rain fallin 9 times out of 10 it
57, can just revolve it Or we can go with them hands, in the middle of the sand Going out on my own terms is my plan, I'm paranoid [Hook - 2x] [Trae
million and pull a stunt or two, a stunt or two [Trae] Step into the world of a mob nigga, live in so much pain The rain steady pumping me up, locked
, dipping in low low's Finger fucking my 4-4, on a bitch made nigga fo' do' [Hook - 2x] [Trae] Slow mo', when on the block 4's glide so gangsta Trunk banging and screens raining
my life but my life is coming to a close that's why I pray to my God - my God give me strength so I can carry on [Verse 1 - Trae] Feel like I'm goin
we just blow it (We spend it all up) We don't even count the money no more we just throw it And make 'em pick it all up [Trae Tha Truth:] Money strapped
Hold The City Press Crown-Crown-Crown-Crown-Crown Hold The City Press Crown-Crown-Crown-Crown-Crown Hold The City Press (I believe I'm the most... square rounded... gangsta that slip around this muthafucka) [Verse 1:] Trae