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Standing In the Rain (Official Music Video)

Rylo Rodriguez
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Standin' in the rain, waitin' on the sun Wonderin' if it don't come My niggas don't run track, pistols in they laps But I swear they won't run Fuck a hideout, we send our addys Scared, go to church Fuck a hideout, we drop addresses I ain't talking skirts I sent a crack head in the pharmacy He came out with Percs Rylo be preachin' to the streets Why he won't buy a church Bought my own jewelry, I got tired of hearin', "All rise" Ain't no more love inside my bones, that's how my dawg died From where they kill thะต murderers and rob the robbะตrs Out in the club, they give you money Turn to money hoarders Envy in the air, how long can I hold my breath? We ride with Kel Tecs like we smoked the ref Got on all my ice, but if it's war, I don't got no chill Never been to prison But I still know how bein' in the hole feel Really know how broke feel, yeah I fixed that last year, mechanic Made mama smile at what I become, your son ain't panic They never use 'em They put dicks inside all they guns, them niggas trannys The pawn shop run out of Dracs, it's because us Over a hunnid K in jewelry, no judges Caught up in this rap shit, check royalties My nigga, caught up in some trap shit, check lawyer fees Got bigger, niggas that I ran with ain't like Jessie Owens Them niggas that I run with far from Usain Bolt The street like football, if you rat, you get ejected All the trappers on the defense Know it gon' make it hard to score I turned losses into lessons She topped me And never got a message (She ain't never got no text back) She Donovan McNabb'ed when we meet (That mean she TD) She call me broke 'cause I ain't Zelle it Standin' in the rain, waitin' on the sun Wonderin' if it don't come My niggas don't run track, pistols in they laps But I swear they won't run Fuck a hideout, we send our addys Scared, go to church Fuck a hideout, we drop addresses I ain't talking skirts I sent a crack head in the pharmacy He came out with Percs Rylo be preachin' to the streets Why he won't buy a church Ho sit in my lap, I push her off me, these Amiris Fifteen hunnid on Dior, fuck it I buy them hoes like Sperry's Brand new F&N, I came up makin' tryna bury guns I don't know who kids them is I only be with Smith & Wessons Carats in my ear, I got rabbits mugging I was broke with no fam, now everyone my cousin Tell that ho I ain't no freak, I can't put it her butt No squirrels, make sure you flush the rubber These hoes be stealin' nut I'm from where your uncle shoot your dad And your brother set your cousin up It's like our pants too big Only thing we promised is cuffs Standin' in the rain, waitin' on the sun Wonderin' if it don't come My niggas don't run track, pistols in they laps But I swear they won't run Fuck a hideout, we send our addys Scared, go to church Fuck a hideout, we drop addresses I ain't talking skirts I sent a crack head in the pharmacy He came out with Percs Rylo be preachin' to the streets Why he won't buy a church