[Intro]
(What up, Antt?)
(Beat Gang)
Where we at?

[Verse 1]
Burning high-grade, finna drop a five in the limeade
Taj paid, walkin' out with pints at the Rite-Aid
Baby so cold, she can't wait to let me slay her
Let me fuck for free, but the head so good I wanna pay her
Know I'm havin' [?] but leave a message at the dial tone
Richest street n***a that she ever laid her brows on
Trillest n***a out the drug zone, put on for the ghetto
Fifteen-hundred-dollar dunks on, stompin' foreign pedals
Burberry on my collar with the light print
Feds know a n***a got a linе on them ice chips
Hundred thou' on all slips n***as know wе touchin'
Switches on all of the sticks we be cobra-clutchin'
Pipe downs for the snakes, I had to mow the yard
Any n***a take a hit on Blocks, he gotta overcharge
I owe you, it's only us, I'm really from the Warren
Them n***as know with us, this shit come with a thunderstorm

[Chorus]
Make it rain on your head, we givin' lead showers
Left him in the lane field under dead flowers
To all my n***as comin' home on the furlough
It's 227 'til the motherfuckin' world blow
Same n***as, only worse, mega-popular
Worldwide mob figures, we the mafia
The same n***as, only worse, mega-popular
227 mafia, what else? Let's get it
[Verse 2]
They pillow-talk more than these hoes, they some gossipers
Long live my OG Rock off of Rossiter
Gang know I kept it truer than a full snickin'
Still passin' testers out at the soup kitchen
I got n***as out in [?], killers in the zigs
With fully outs, pop up on a n***a like a quiz
Welcome home [Lo Diddy?], long live Eric
Pinky ring, seen the cut stones ten carats
Everybody thugs 'til the judge set bail
And they wakin' up handcuffed to a bed rail
Still foldin' lotto packs and them twelve-twelves
Off-White same color as an egg shell
Free [?] Tarantino from that fed cell
Had a long run, turnt your city to a trail mix
Slow motion, wearin' bass upon that handheld
Got some blow stronger than them cases that the feds build

[Chorus]
Make it rain on your head, we givin' lead showers
Left him in the lane field under dead flowers
To all my n***as comin' home on the furlough
It's 227 'til the motherfuckin' world blow
Same n***as, only worse, mega-popular
Worldwide mob figures, we the mafia
The same n***as, only worse, mega-popular
227 mafia, what else? Let's get it
[Outro]
Left him in the lane field under dead flowers
Let's get it
(Beat Gang)