[Intro: Rx Papi & DJ Holiday]

(Hey, uh, what's going on here? Why is everything chrome?)

(It's Holiday Season, bitch)

(Now this how you wake the summer up right here with the only DJ Holiday)

(Holiday Season nigga)

(Rx Papi my dawg you ready to shut this shit up)

(We calling this one Holiday: The Rise Of The RainMan that’s right)

(The commission)

(Rochester you got one)

Yeah

It’s the dawg

They gotta call me the rain-man nigga

Yeah nigga, yeah

[Verse: Rx Papi & DJ Holiday]

You can’t stop the rain (DJ Holiday) (HOLIDAY SEASON! FLOCKA!)

Bro threw a dime to his lawyer before he copped a chain

Bitch got a nasty attitude but her top insane

We got the drop on his spot, he got rocked that day

Look like a midget in my pants but this a micro drac’

A metal button on the 10 bitch, it’s not gon' break

He tried that shit with the members bitch, he signed his fate

I walk you round’ that corner [?] come right this way

That nigga played that shit good, couldn’t even tell he a snake

Lil bro gon’ put shit on a cross, put a nail in ya face

A fair sentence in this car nigga, everyday it’s a chase

My mama heard the news about what’s-her-name, she just looked in my face

A nigga play round with this shit then we put shit away

And I remember just like yesterday, them niggas played

Them niggas tried that shit, but I survived that shit, niggas ain’t live like this

Dolo everywhere I go I [?] with my gun on my hip

A dope dealing son of a bitch, fuck parole I’ll run on a bitch

He a killer that don’t mean shit, most niggas die with they gun on they hip

When it’s a problem on the block they don’t make no call nigga I’m the one they go get

For 5,000 large I make lil bro run in yo shit, ion gotta pay him

Bro a whack you broad day I don’t even gotta say it

Maybe it’s there maybe it’s not nigga you gotta wear it

One up top with no safety that’s how you gotta play it

Nigga I turned dirt into diamonds, I’m my mama favorite

Bro jump out that car and walk you down, not even God could save you

My grandma stare me dead In my face like “Who the fuck raised you?”

Nigga run faster than a bitch but can’t duck a laser Middle of the night, we the ones that wake the fucking neighbors

Nigga ain’t no dreams round this bitch we the real chasers

Nothin' but nightmares on my block, we run from fed cases

They hit that nigga up so many times they had to air raise him

If my life was a mob movie then Fay be the narrator

[Outro: Rx Papi]

I’m tryna tell you nigga you can’t stop the fuckin’ rain (Pussy)

You can’t stop the rain nigga, no matter what you do

You can’t stop the fucking rain nigga, when you look up it just keep coming

Back to back to back to back to back to back to back to back to back to fuckin’ back nigga

Back to back, it keep pouring nigga

When it rain it fuckin’ pour, you- you gotta rearrange shit

You gotta call the [?] nigga the whole day fucked up

The picnics, it’s fucked up

The beach trip, it’s fucked up

Date night with your bitch, it’s fucked up

You can’t even stand on your block, nigga

I’m the fucking rain

I’m the rain nigga

Me, him, the one

I don’t give a fuck what they told you nigga

I’m the fucking rainman

Nigga-

It’s a ninety nine percent chance of rain for the rest of the fucking time I’m alive bitch