Hustlin in the Rain - Roblo, Mob Figaz

These are cold days, for real

Had to smack him in his face

With the cold steel

Outside late night

In that stormy weather

Like whatever

How we through the ghetto

Wear a nigga through his leather

Coke snatch the hottest show S.L.K.

Nine eight forthin’you show me the stash

Pump him in his chest

Then I smash

Damn near losing control

But I maintain like a crow

Behind the wheel with a murder case

No mistakes

In the brain

Come follow me And see what I see muthafucka

I gotta hustle in the rain

So I stay focused with my eyes on the prize

Niggas ain’t livin’right

One: I’m a ball till I die

Armani stacks will beat the set

When ya’ll realize

Your next step could be death

Because it’s do or die

So who are you, who am I Do ya’ll niggas really know

Black on black crimes

Blessed with my nine

It’s savage grind until I go Knock into yo dome split

Callin’the shots

Fallin’yay spot to spot

Hood’s crawlin’with narcs

Couple rocks is what I manage

I’m investin’my chips in the game

I chip to kicks and I flip

Fuck the fame

It’s gettin’deep

Niggas is out for my pain

I put a depth on a nigga’s weapon

Choke his ass in the game

All in the rain nigga

My niggas know

And I won’t see him in the game

I used to go outside nigga hustle in the rain

I try to pray to repent on my sins

But the pain was so intense

I didn’t think it would help

I’m still searching for the knowledge of self

Snatchin’my check up off the shelf

I’ve done adapted to this environment

Now they can’t stop me A Mob Figga

Military tactics menace to society

One of the chosen five

That lead immortal lives

Snatchin’all the product

Breakin’every bone in the closet

I’m out to get the data

The top secret information got me took

I’m bendin’every law in the book

I fled the scene with two nines in the air

Sereal number scraped with no trace

And known to race

To get this pace

Imported weapons

Army fatigues and body vests

I’m restin', for armageddon, with the illuminati

Tales of Demias, Twentieth century, raised right

It’s third war!

Busted hinges and broken doors

Interrogation and infiltration on the five figaz

And I’m a hustle in the rain until I die nigga

I used to hustle all night long

Pullin'24 hours

Livin’my life wrong

Stickin’to movin’and pushin’zones

Flashin’that white chrome

Flashin’lights on

I’m postin’in the rain

And fin to pay a dopefiend’s brain

When I hit my niggas up They see that boy done went insane

Then hit a lick for the caine

Then skiped town on the money train

When he get back

Ain’t gon’be no get back

Sat back on the train like the mack

Chokin’on the sack

Cuz it gets stormy in this rainy season

We ain’t gone sign no treason

Just find another reason to leave 'em bleedin'

No breathin', body cold

This must be the El Nio

But I hear my cousins

They was dumping up on me

With much impression

Impression on this timber

With the Smith and Wesson lesson

Is what I’m givins a fuck the shit you dressin'

He confessin'

Trying to search some game but uhh

I’m serving pain nigga

In the rain figga

You know I’m hustling

I used to hustle in the rain

Holdin’it down

Feel my pain

See fake niggas pushing cakes nigga

They’ll never deal the game

Peep the hostage situation

The little nigga and the fo’fifth

Junior facin’united and blood plotted

Got it twisted I admit it Kind of liked it when I did it Now it’s official

Even though I knew they couldn’t fuck wit it

I’m a product of this shit I spit

It’s the life I’m livin'

Take a look at the car I was given

My mama’s gold chains

Most of the time I called the dosia

The ghetto child I’ll always own

Fear of the hope of being chosen

But the world is my opponent

We all want it If you never had it And get up on it then we fallin'

And if I out the game

Then all my hoes will be hunted

My goal’s to see Figaz in the rain

Gettin’blunted

I’m hustlin’in the rain nigga

This ya’ll nigga

At the time of this recording he’s here

But he ain’t here no more

Sometime that’s how it go