Lil B - Chasing The Rain lyrics

Chasing the Rain, I know that the game got slight change I stop hittin licks 'cuz that sh** was just chump change My dude said "B, you a god for the streets" And I ain't see him in days, my boys hustle for keeps And you on that petty sh** my bruh, felony and bank-rob I know a white girl that did 10 for a bank job Seen a lot of money, but that sh** ain't never fazed me I'm driving down 6, in the Stolo looking crazy I'm feeling like the boss, my tat game is real life You think I got a tongue because I like to rock sh**? Bruh, I hit 40 liqs and i'm know to rock sh** Put my name on the paper, sh** i'm finna eat meals Only n***a from the hood 16 with a deal And I still don't have car 'cuz I walk around the streets b**h Young Beezy B. yeah its Young Beezy B! And i'm coming for your crown so watch out Weezy Wee And Drizzy Drake Missy and Ol' Jay-Z We ain't got real beef, this is lyrical sh** I'm in the transplant car, call it the miracle whip Hip-Hop need a God and im ready to be crucifixed sh**, I guess you listen to these rappers They all apart of SAG 'cuz they some really good actors Ready for the war, bring your whole f**ing team out Its like Star Wars when I bring that f**ing beam out A lot of haters talk, but they ain't making no music They rather live fake, make money, then they loss it My back against the wall thats why I feel Lil Boosie I'm in the beach house with your main b**h, choosin' And I don't play games because I ain't f**ing with them losers Because in my life time, I can't make no excuses Came from the bottom with my knee up on my waistline Yeah! I was a baller in high school Had a different whip, everyday, switchin' Cops came by and theres no need for snitchin' Because when you do that, your membrane full of stitches Code of the real: that you mind your own business Code of the block: is that you never stop grinding 'cuz I been under pressure, thats why I love diamonds I'm a X-Man, i'm a mutant of the future Never ever thought that the quite dude might shoot ya 'cuz loud mouth men, they immature students This my cla**, so i'm here every day I'm on the honor roll and i'm still a real nuisance Brang Dang Dang and i'm back, AND i'm juicin' My eyes getting red, my soul is on the canvas Painting on my body and its like you on campus Wheres homeroom, because i'm looking for the master You play games and i'm not shoot, Ted Danson(?) But the bullets leave you dancing I'd kidnap myself, and put my music up for ransom Lil Boss, i'm handsome God damn'em bruh.. God damn'em bruh….. Lyrics taken from rapgenius.com.