[Intro]

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Yeah, now I'm ready, uh

[Verse 1]

Your pockets' slim pickings

Lay 'em out like grilled chicken

It's been an hour but that blunt still hittin' like a champion

Eatin' scampi with Batali, 50 feet from the Pantheon

And that's my life, 60k for the glass pipe

I'll break it on your head if you don't act right

There'll be bagpipes playin' like a cop died

While I wiggle 850s wearing foxhide

I pray to Jobu that we all get money and live life sunny with a gold pool

But the fact is, I stand alone like cactus

Hide money under tempurpedic mattresses, shit

You don't know the half of this (you bitch), nah (you bitch)

I surf the Jersey Shore Line with furs on (Uh)

It's my world, get my swerve on (Oh)

Install the turbo on the Cherokee for certain

It's like my life directed by Tim Burton

And daddy twisted off the henara

And I'm always on the center stage

Reminisce on better days in a hammock, reading Hemingway

Trying to get a better brain, then it rained

[Hook]

Let it rain (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I must've been a junkie in my past life, man

I must've been a junkie in my past life

[Verse 2]

Standin' in front of McDonald's, throwin' bottles

Ninety degrees, Timbs on

Ma, your kid's gone

A lot of graves to be pissed on

Land of the free I think wrong (I think wrong)

You know I got the drug so potent

Johnny took a hit

He died, came back, said, "That's that shit" (Goddamn!)

Two-twenty in Toyota Supras (Uh)

The shit sound like I'm shootin' off bazookas (Uh)

Flushing, Queens, no scare business here

Assemble weapons with no hand twitches here (Uh-uh)

Plus the strength of twelve oxen

Hold it down, though, there's no option

[Hook]

Let it rain (Uh)

I must've been a junkie in my past life, you know

I must've been a fiend in my past life, fuck

I must've been a junkie in my past life

[Outro]

Uh, these dudes trash like Michael Jordan jeans

Hahaha, that's it. I'm done