[Verse 1]

Riding, I smoke til I feel like dying

I smoke til I feel like flying

I'm trying hard not to lie

But these blunts only get me meaner

And these drugs only get me higher

I'm with a girl that look like a leaner

And she loading up that fire

And I'm gripping on that iron

Wanna bet that you won't try, me

While she here at least

Gimme fifty feet

I got thrift shop on my Bones

There's no place like home

You throw money in the club

See I save it up in my room

You acting like you the bomb

But I'm the only one that go boom

See I been the same since the womb

And I'ma remain till the tomb

These dollar signs in my eyes

But you know that I'm fucking cash

One million roaches in the train with the ash

[Verse 2]

Smoking in the night

Thinking 'bout my life

My hand on my lighter

Other hand upon my knife

It's cold in the streets

It's cold in the streets

It's hot up on the block if they call the police, like

Click-clack bang-bang get down low

I hate the fucking world on the fucking down low

Click-clack bang-bang get down low

The clouds rolling in I'ma make it downpour

[Hook]

It's raining, it's raining

It's coming down, and it's raining, it's raining

It's coming down, bitch it's raining, it's raining

It's coming down, and it's raining, it's raining

It's coming down