Текст песни Lil` O f Z-Ro, Bleeda - It Can`t Rain 4 Ever
Lil` O f Z-Ro, Bleeda - It Can`t Rain 4 Ever слова песни
(*talking*)Chow time, chow timeEverybody line up for chow, chow timeLine up for chow, line up for chow[Hook: Z-Ro & (Lil` O) - 2x]I got dreams, of being a king(But right now, I`m living unhealthySince I`m balling, as I say to myself)But everything ain`t what it seems(I`m praying, asking God for some helpWhen I get out, I`ll be back for my wealthIt can`t rain forever)[Lil` O]But dear Lord, change the weatherCause these scars and these bars, make my pain make pleasureAnd I`m a long far away, from everything that I treasureAll because, I was chasing this cheddarBut in my dream I was a king, but nothing ever comes to a dreamerSo I turned to a hustler, block bleeder and schemerDaddy noticed something different, bout my gangsta demeanorBut he never, could just point the fingerBut now he know, cause I`m locked up nowNo more Benz with the roof, popped up nowI do my laundry in the toilet, and it`s stopped up nowBoys think it`s some pussy jacking off, when a female guard walk thru nowMy life is a shame, but nigga doing time is the price of the gameAnd all this wasting time, doing nights in the bangGot me realizing that my life gotta change, for real[Hook - 2x][Z-Ro]I use to have dreams, about having too much breadBut seem like whoever stacking me, down with who bust leadTrying to take something from em, and I ain`t having none of thatArtillery is close by, I`ma be grabbing some of thatIf somebody was looking at me funny, I was about my moneyActing like the world was mine, and nobody could take it from meToo much traffic, at my house nowNo more twenties, I moved up to pounds and soft nowGot diamonds and gold in my mouth now, hustling hoping I can get richRisking mo` than my freedom, turning a continent to a brickIn the briefcase, nervous but tired of being a cheap skateRunning in and out of town on the regular, with no delayTwo hundred and seventeen thousand, dollar spot35,000 dollar watch, you can hear it when my collar popI was a baller, balling in the mixWith seven cell phones, now all my people calling in this bitch[Hook - 2][Bleeda]And Lord knows, he got to lighten up on meSooner or later, it`s bound to brighten up for meBut as of now black clouds, have been above me so I`m feeling like PacTrying to be calm and survive the storm, but I`m missing my blockSick of niggaz screaming throughout the night, wishing they`d stopBitching about, if they gon get a visit or notWhen I get out it`s back to the block, ain`t got no time to keep(it can`t rain forever) not on a nigga, that`s designed to get itOnly 23, with at least eighteen prior convictionsGuess I`ma doubt trying to get it, and over ride this visitI`ve been through and through it again, troubles trials and trenchesOn the edge of reserve, riding on benches sitting in back of the courtReading breezing, through new bible scripturesAin`t no reason for Bleeda lying and kick it, but for my niggaz on lockThat`s still, filling out their grocery listI blaze tracks like a rapper real over a pit, when I`ma wake up[Hook - 2x]I know, I know(it can`t rain forever) - 4x