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Smell like it going to rain, I can tell it going to rain

I never could predict the weather, but I could tell when a nigga need change

So I packed a pass in a duffle bag, tied it to a wish with a rope

Then I threw it all in the river, old folks said hope it don't float

Hell, rather drown my sorrows

Better that than to sank my boat

And I never could walk on water, but I do believe in miracles though

I'm from a house full of spiritual folks --where mom hold on to her hopes that I might be a preacher

I told her this the same shit, different pull --if you listen then you might be a believer

Bitches love a nigga like Bieber

Niggas love a nigga like their homeboy

Who raise a nigga son like his own boy

If the reaper came today, and took him home boy

That's a real nigga for ya'

I never claim to be a saint like NOLA

Thought I was back to the hustle

I think Tariq digging how I got over

For the nights I spent, cold nights when the ice cements

Hole in the washed-up joints, getting money just me and my bitch

Hell, I wasn't trying to get rich but there I sit

While she collect her tips, and I come to grips with this where I fit

In the scheme of things, but ain't killed a dream

James Earl Ray, Martin Luther King

Change going to come, I heard Sam Cooke sing

When I was child I used to play hood games

Corinthians 13:11, brethren

Lord knows I'm no reverend, heaven

They got me out here like Ray Lewis, and I'm tellin' niggas no weapon, 'F' them

Forn against me shall prosper, nigga U.K. where the niggas say proper

Brand new day cause a nigga chose not to, blame and complain about what we ain't got

Bear One with me, so here we go partner

Live in the stereo, cheerio partner

Shit ain't been the same since the Gold Rush dropped a year ago

They here though we rocking like Gibraltar

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