"Chance Of Rain" lyrics
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (Damn, Tooch)
Yeah
The scars ain't heal yet, I lost some people, I'm still attached
Guess a nigga just built solid, under all this pressure, I still ain't crack
Soon as I stepped a foot in Hell, the devil yelled, "Nigga, welcome back"
Obviously, I'm a one-of-one, no wonder why I never met my match
Life too short, I second that, the more time I spend, the less I have
Fell asleep in my barber's chair, I swear that's the most rest I had
Every morning, I wake up, check my bank accounts, and then check my stash
I'm preparin' for a rainy day, no umbrella gon' protect my ass
I'll be damned, when it rains, it pours, karma's real, I can't blame a soul
I ain't never been afraid to get it out the mud, bitch, I brought a change of clothes
Where I'm from, it's a danger zone, lucky me, I'm still hangin' on
I know some niggas in they forties seekin' unemployment, still can't leave the game alone
On the highway to hell, Jesus, take the wheel, prayin' you can bring us home
Ridin' with the fire even when I'm flyin', every day, it's Game of Thrones
Then I brought an extra sixty-round mag, that's if anything go wrong
Shootin' for the stars, got my old dogs wishin' they had came along
Bad news, that ship sailed a long time ago and I ain't seen it since
Came a long way, got a long way left to go, I can't be content
Can't forgive what I can't forget, it's a new year, but I ain't changin' shit
If I ain't fuck with you, I still don't and I never will, fuck you think this is?
No tears on my handkerchief, my food for thought may stain your dish
Shootin' for the stars, I ain't missed a shot, bitch, I got aim assist
If and when the goin' ever gets tough, it's back to the basics
I can make it through the pain 'cause my wife and kids is my first-aid kit
Scars ain't healed yet, I lost some people, I'm still attached
I guess a nigga just built solid, under all the pressure, I still ain't crack
Soon as I stepped a foot in Hell, the devil yelled, "Nigga, welcome back"
Obviously, I'm a one-of-one, no wonder why I never met my match
Life too short, I second that, the more time I spend, the less I have
Fell asleep in my barber's chair, I swear that's the most rest I had
Every morning, I wake up, check my bank account, and then check my stash
I'm preparin' for a rainy day, no umbrella gon' protect our ass
Long live Pif
Yeah, I'm preparin' for a rainy day, no umbrella gon' protect
Long live Pif
Yeah
Yeah (Damn, Tooch)
Yeah
The scars ain't heal yet, I lost some people, I'm still attached
Guess a nigga just built solid, under all this pressure, I still ain't crack
Soon as I stepped a foot in Hell, the devil yelled, "Nigga, welcome back"
Obviously, I'm a one-of-one, no wonder why I never met my match
Life too short, I second that, the more time I spend, the less I have
Fell asleep in my barber's chair, I swear that's the most rest I had
Every morning, I wake up, check my bank accounts, and then check my stash
I'm preparin' for a rainy day, no umbrella gon' protect my ass
I'll be damned, when it rains, it pours, karma's real, I can't blame a soul
I ain't never been afraid to get it out the mud, bitch, I brought a change of clothes
Where I'm from, it's a danger zone, lucky me, I'm still hangin' on
I know some niggas in they forties seekin' unemployment, still can't leave the game alone
On the highway to hell, Jesus, take the wheel, prayin' you can bring us home
Ridin' with the fire even when I'm flyin', every day, it's Game of Thrones
Then I brought an extra sixty-round mag, that's if anything go wrong
Shootin' for the stars, got my old dogs wishin' they had came along
Bad news, that ship sailed a long time ago and I ain't seen it since
Came a long way, got a long way left to go, I can't be content
Can't forgive what I can't forget, it's a new year, but I ain't changin' shit
If I ain't fuck with you, I still don't and I never will, fuck you think this is?
No tears on my handkerchief, my food for thought may stain your dish
Shootin' for the stars, I ain't missed a shot, bitch, I got aim assist
If and when the goin' ever gets tough, it's back to the basics
I can make it through the pain 'cause my wife and kids is my first-aid kit
Scars ain't healed yet, I lost some people, I'm still attached
I guess a nigga just built solid, under all the pressure, I still ain't crack
Soon as I stepped a foot in Hell, the devil yelled, "Nigga, welcome back"
Obviously, I'm a one-of-one, no wonder why I never met my match
Life too short, I second that, the more time I spend, the less I have
Fell asleep in my barber's chair, I swear that's the most rest I had
Every morning, I wake up, check my bank account, and then check my stash
I'm preparin' for a rainy day, no umbrella gon' protect our ass
Long live Pif
Yeah, I'm preparin' for a rainy day, no umbrella gon' protect
Long live Pif
