[Intro: Blue Raspberry, sample]
It's a mystery inside
Of how I'm gonna get mine
I'm thinking 'bout so many ways
Of how to conquer these rainy days
You sang beautifully just now
I sing for him, and he isn't here

[Verse 1 : Curren$y]
Dedicated to the winners and the losers
To the night Deebo got knocked the fuck out
And Red got back his beach cruiser
I'm Jet-living for that day to make 'em pay
This revenge served cold on a doobie ashtray
My eyes and my windows open halfway
I'm living in a matinee, early, see me though
Fashionably late, and you nervous, mad outta place
You pretending to be comfortable, its showin' on your face
And them n***as that you think holdin you down, just lookin' for cake
And they'll accept from whoever got a slice on the plate
Fall-in like rain, befriended and betrayed
All-in-all viciously bitten by n***as you was just calling yo dawgs
And it was all good jus a week ago chillin’ by dem freaky hoes
Feet kicked up when you shoulda been on yo toes, stay high
Kill em wit the flow, these new, fresher than yo’ easter clothes
I ain't trippin off nann n***a, to each his own
So ignore my grass tend to ya own home, homes
Might pick my hair til its puffy, no comb
Fuckin' bitches who won't let u make it past the friend zone
Ice water, tall glasses, drink it in
It goes down like nails, if you frail
Jet fuel, laboratory reported It burned through the test tube
Tearing through your rag-top-roof while you in the drive-thru
Waitin' on that slow ass fast food
Hailing from the sky, fool
(Fuck you n***as gon' do?)
[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]
Its raining, he's changing
My mind is going insane
No sunlight, more gunfights

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Eight-fifty, bird shit on the windshield
Hit the wipers, mother nature is crying
Harmonising, homicide-ing, riding on these tracks
Think when Doughboy caught the fools who killed Ricky
Them n***as was lunching, slippin'
Monster told Doughboy, "cut the lights, n***a!"
My watch is on grind time, word to Mike Bigga
This here is the digital trap, rap on these bitches
On computers like laptop stickers
Light pressure on these suckers means its drizzling
Feelin' like pennies fallin' from the roof of the Empire State Building
High velocity, I'm high off broccoli
In Cali' where the license got plants on property
Watchin me, tryna copy me
Showin' my pictures to your stylist like
"Buy this outfit for me"
But the clothes dont make the man, a man made them pants
His flight leave at eight, and at nine my plane land
Ain't that grand? I got pounds of weed and a plan
To let you suckas kno who the muthafuckin...
Ah man, bad weather, and that shelter won't help ya
Sink, swim or swelter, temperature rising
So is the water level, where is you n***as hiding
[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]
It's raining, he's changing
It's raining, he's—my man is going insane
(My man is going insane,) insane
No sunlight, more gunfights
I've lost him to the street-life
Street-life, (I've lost him to the street life)
No cash flow, no more dough
He's someone I don't even know
Someone I don't know
Rainy (days)

[Reprise: Blue Raspberry]
Gettin' through those rainy days
Gettin' through those rainy days
Gettin' through those rainy days
Gettin' through those rainy days

I lost him to the street-life
The street-life, oh-wo-wo