Stormy Weather - Billy Woods, Bond

Rain delays writing lines, Cisco wines

Hard times, it was the best of times

The worst of times, three Phillies out a dime

Milk crate acapella rhymes

Tee shirts over long johns

Ear met siren songs, seems like its been mad long…

Times of feeling mad strong

Almost enough to pick up the phone

«Billy, watch what you think, finish that drink

Get the optics pink, life is written in ink

It dries before you blink»;

that’s my inner shrink

What’s done is done but son she was the one!

Analogue tapes, dubbing crates

Wet crack and bagging eighths

Great escapes, Shareefy Musafeeky

Freaky deaky, re-up weekly, speak easy

Woods creaky, isolator sleepy, ask Meechy

They can’t beat me, can’t join neither

Jobbin street true believers

Tax cheater and wife beaters

Conscientious objectors with heaters

I got a date with June Cleaver

And I bet she know the procedure

Remember those days like my first J

Brown weed and warm Tanqueray

Thinking we the neighborhood Snoop and Dre

Wasn’t no 'dro and Mo' co

We was high as a mo’fo' though

Me and Ken used to cut white people’s grass

Split the cash and page Garry for some grass

Fat ass nickel bags, fucking with country trap

Niggas smoking unk fast, forties before class

I wasn’t supposed to be the only one rapping

Meridian polishing gems, dead-lift weight back when

Backspin, but shit happens

Niggas ain’t fail to plan, they got shot, they got locked

The hundred ways to end up in a box

A bad bag of brown, a one too many trips out of town

A what goes around comes back with the four pound

Bet that I’ma hold it down

It’s been raining on us, much love 301 to 914 and everything in between

Thanks alot Shareefy you know what I’m saying?

But we know you smoked that weed

though, don’t front

Stormy weather, Backwoodz Studios holler at us…

Obligatory cliche #1