[Intro:]
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Here we go again
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That's life
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Ooh, ooh, ooh... alright
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Can't you see that it's raining? (hol' up)
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Can't you see that it's pouring?
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They just wanna see rainfall (hol' up)
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They just hope that it's storming
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They always gonna tell you when it rains it pours
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Mother Nature's crying inside
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I know I didn't tell you the entire story
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But let me finish what happened that night
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[Verse 1:]
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I was chilling with Frank Thomas the baseball player
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You know the the one that played for the White Sox
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Uncle Ro and Hurt M Badd is how I hooked up with him
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Thought he could put us in the right spots
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Let me connect the dots...
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On the Chi block, had two Cartier rings that was iced out
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A secretary named Lorraine that was quite hot
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Told me to meet him at the studio, 5 O'clock
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Try'na get to the studio, picked up in a limo
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I recorded a demo, and you know my MO
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H-town slow it way down, here I picked up the tempo
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Thought it was a Benzo, but he wasn't in a Benzo
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I hopped out the car and Frank saw me
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In a parking lot in his Ferrari
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He opened the door and the leather was looking Godly
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Real talk, could've cost a mill
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He was back from New York, he had shopped a deal
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He met with them talked about my appeal
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All the labels were talking but not for real
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Well I think you're wise, and at least ya tried
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At least we know that they'll see you rise
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At least you're floating on decent tires
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I'm headed home but don't be surprised
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That's where I be if they want me
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They pro'lly don't but just call me
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Gave me a couple of stacks
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Because he knew I was headed right back to the hood, I think it scarred me
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Then I got on the plane, headed back to Houston like it's part of the game
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Gave the money to my mother and she couldn't complain
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Then I headed to the Swishahouse and started a flame
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Everything started moving up
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After high school we was cool enough
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I'm like this ain't got nothin' to do with luck
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I watched Slim and Braceface candy blue a truck
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The 312 What I got to dial
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I called Hurt 'Em Bad like, "we got a lot to smile...
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... about Hurt, we can make a profit now
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I need beats because we're about to put an album out"
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That conversation wasn't friendly
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Thought he had some beats that he could lend me
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But he told me that they have a price tag
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And a beat from him would cost 10 G's
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That's when my heart turned empty
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I wasn't trying to get them free but didn't think that you would rob me
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I recorded all them songs for you and never asked you for a dollar
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Now you tryna charge me? [click]
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On the window pane we can all see the rain
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Somebody gotta let me know what part of the game is this
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Wait, now I got a call from Lorraine, "Hello?"
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What's up, she's no longer working with Frank at all
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And told me the reason she made the call
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Is to tell what really happened with the major talk
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"They liked you Cham and they said you're raw
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They liked your music but hated all the rest of the artist
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He told them, nah, you wanna sign him? Gotta pay us all"
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I knew that I wasn't ever signed to her
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I knew that I wasn't ever signed to Frank
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And Frank, he already had a lot of bank
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I'm never letting anyone decide my fate
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Who knew that I would do what I do?
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Who knew that Michael Watts would try to screw what he screw
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Who knew that Ron C was good at screwin' it too?
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And how can anybody act like they had a clue?
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We wasn't sittin' by a stewardess
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You wasn't riding on the tour bus, and it was more than a few of us
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I couldn't tell you where the jeweler was, but I could tell you where the sewer was, labels were was suing us
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Switch back to Chicago, where everybody duck 5-0 and pimps ride fly though
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They say "in God we trust", but keep a weapon in the Bible
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He said "what it look like Joe?"
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He was puffing on a green leaf
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In a foreign with the cream seats, matter of fact it was black
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He was in the streets knee deep, now he the manager for Chief Keef
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Wait, that's Uncle Ro, the one who used to take me to the studio
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The one that used to tag everything we drove
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We both somehow made some major dough - woah
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Fast-forward [?] with the curry
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Could have sold out to the change in a hurry
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I wouldn't have an AMG Benz at thirty
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I probably would'a never ever made Ridin' Dirty
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And now they wanna see my reign fall?
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And now they wanna see my name fall?
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And now they tell me that I can't ball?
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Tell me what, is you a lame dawg?
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Don't you realise I made y'all?
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Promise I'm a take off
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All they do is pretend
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They never really care how many times that you win
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Can't do it nine times if you ain't doing it ten
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Chamillionaire, where have you been?
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Here we go again
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[Verse 2:]
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Came from the gutter, but I made it out
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The young CEO with major clout
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It's like a major bout
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They try to tell me that I'm fading out
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Until I uppercut, swing and POW!
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Bet that erase the doubt
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I can hear you haters talking slick
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But why'd you pick the Houston 2Pacalypse
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Get off my tip
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But let me give you all a tip
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I never liked ya'll, I think you all should quit
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You not as rich and plus you're the type of prick to send a girl a text message with a topless pic
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You talking slick, but really you ain't copped them whips
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The only time you shop is when you PhotoShop your dick
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I park my whip, I might let you cop a flick
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See, I can spit, you rap, but you're not as sick
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She's not as thick, your girlfriend is not a chick
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Your whole life's a catfish and you do not exist
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Haha
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Here We Go Again
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| Chamillionaire |
