i'll make it rain
not water, not money but wit the blood of the slain
theres no trust in the game
90 percent of rappers get screwed
and if you aint true, then they'll fuck you the same
so prepare for whatever, whatever the weather
lyrics tighter than leather
im high as fuck, heads light as a feather
battle you? ha, it'll be my pleasure
i'll even let you write your shit just for good measure
but once we start i wont let up
so i hope you tear it up, for your sake
fuck up once and watch your name
erase, no place for you on the stage
youre played, your days of bein on stage seems to be a waste
i hate to say, i told you so
its over ho, i told you yo
look at you now, nowhere to go
and nothin to show, so now nobody knows you
plus ya crooked label owns you
about 2 mil in debt, how you gonna pay that
your deal just turned you to a slave jack
you lost what you cant take back
meanwhile when my shit gets mentioned they screamin "play that"