It Can't Rain 4 Ever

Lil' O

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    (*talking*)
    Chow time, chow time
    Everybody line up for chow, chow time
    Line 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 unhealthy
    Since I'm balling, as I say to myself)
    But everything ain't what it seems
    (I'm praying, asking God for some help
    When I get out, I'll be back for my wealth
    It can't rain forever)

    [Lil' O]
    But dear Lord, change the weather
    Cause these scars and these bars, make my pain make pleasure
    And I'm a long far away, from everything that I treasure
    All because, I was chasing this cheddar
    But in my dream I was a king, but nothing ever comes to a dreamer
    So I turned to a hustler, block bleeder and schemer
    Daddy noticed something different, bout my gangsta demeanor
    But he never, could just point the finger
    But now he know, cause I'm locked up now
    No more Benz with the roof, popped up now
    I do my laundry in the toilet, and it's stopped up now
    Boys think it's some pussy jacking off, when a female guard walk thru now
    My life is a shame, but nigga doing time is the price of the game
    And all this wasting time, doing nights in the bang
    Got me realizing that my life gotta change, for real

    [Hook - 2x]

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    [Z-Ro]
    I use to have dreams, about having too much bread
    But seem like whoever stacking me, down with who bust lead
    Trying to take something from em, and I ain't having none of that
    Artillery is close by, I'ma be grabbing some of that
    If somebody was looking at me funny, I was about my money
    Acting like the world was mine, and nobody could take it from me
    Too much traffic, at my house now
    No more twenties, I moved up to pounds and soft now
    Got diamonds and gold in my mouth now, hustling hoping I can get rich
    Risking mo' than my freedom, turning a continent to a brick
    In the briefcase, nervous but tired of being a cheap skate
    Running in and out of town on the regular, with no delay
    Two hundred and seventeen thousand, dollar spot
    35,000 dollar watch, you can hear it when my collar pop
    I was a baller, balling in the mix
    With seven cell phones, now all my people calling in this bitch

    [Hook - 2]

    [Bleeda]
    And Lord knows, he got to lighten up on me
    Sooner or later, it's bound to brighten up for me
    But as of now black clouds, have been above me so I'm feeling like Pac
    Trying to be calm and survive the storm, but I'm missing my block
    Sick of niggaz screaming throughout the night, wishing they'd stop
    Bitching about, if they gon get a visit or not
    When 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 it
    Only 23, with at least eighteen prior convictions
    Guess I'ma doubt trying to get it, and over ride this visit
    I've been through and through it again, troubles trials and trenches
    On the edge of reserve, riding on benches sitting in back of the court
    Reading breezing, through new bible scriptures
    Ain't no reason for Bleeda lying and kick it, but for my niggaz on lock
    That's still, filling out their grocery list
    I 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

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