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[Intro]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Watch the weather change!

[Hook]
Watch the weather change
You don’t know my pain, we cannot relate
Three diamond rings, feel like Shabba Ranks
Watch the weather change
He pulled up in a coupe, I pulled up in a tank
Better know my name, I don’t play no games
I don’t pay for weed when I paid the price of fame
Know there’s no escape, can’t run away
This my every day, try to live this every day

[Verse 1]
You should be ashamed, looking like a stain
Trip to L.A, money make me sane
Woke up in L.A, now they call my name
Now they know my name when I walk up in the place
Walk in party late, lot on my plate
I just wanna eat, aye, feed the whole gang
Clock hits 12 and the sun goes down
And the goons come out
Couple people ridin wanna pass me
Reason why still I’m an athlete
Leave em in my trail, leave em dusty
Chasin on my tail like a track meet
Money comin plenty, money comin steady
Pockets so fat, heavy
Pockets tryna be hefty
My right hand started moving lefty
Started eatin good still on empty
Cause I got lots of friends that be enemies
That wanna follow me to get ahead of me

[Hook]
Watch the weather change
You don’t know my pain, we cannot relate
Three diamond rings, feel like Shabba Ranks
Watch the weather change
He pulled up in a coupe, I pulled up in a tank
Better know my name, I don’t play no games
I don’t pay for weed when I paid the price of fame
No there’s no escape, can’t run away
This my every day, try to live this every day

[Hook]
Watch the weather change
You don’t know my pain, we cannot relate
Three diamond rings, feel like Shabba Ranks
Watch the weather change
He pulled up in a coupe, I pulled up in a tank

[Outro]
My right hand started movin’ lefty
My right hand started movin’ lefty

[Intro]
I need somebody to talk to me tonight
You remember how well you use to sing it?
I can’t sing that song
Young man looked at him and said why you can’t sing it?
You know what he told him?
Since you saw me last, something happened to me

[Verse 1]
Time to get the facts across
Ohh, somebody pissed the pastor off
I’m all for the jokes, bundle up, get your coat
But, I only go for the throat, I’ma chimney, I work the smoke
You done opened up a door, I’m petty, ready for war
I ain’t got a sister, only sister I fucked was yours
I know the bars off The Program touched you
How you mad at me, though you let Mr. Royce touch you (facts)
Do what you must do
Me, I’m getting my just due
But, who you talking tough to? Blinky just snuffed you
Puff fucked you, we’ve seen in those binoculars
Passed you to 50, he was finger popping ya’
Then, he took it back like a fly bitch that was popular
You’re 42 still saying "Ain’t no stopping ya"
You know my deals, liquor, movies, and flashy kicks
How you talking deals? Your last deal was 96′
Your flight book it, talking about I’m crooked
Man, I don’t steal, if I took something I took it
Pastor Mason, no fabrication
We’re winnin’ see all these people you spinning
I’ll take it to the beginning
When Corey Wright japped you, Baby Maine yapped you
Roc over here slapped you, you still gave him dap too
That’s when I asked you, murder was the verdict
You said, "Nah chill Cam, I feel like I deserved it"
What type of shit is that?
Nigga, you a queer
My crib in Orlando, I had that for years
The Program gave you the biz
You know exactly what this is
I got homes where you hide, I hustle where you live
Max B from my building, nigga who you getting wavy off of?
Fugazi baby, going off that water not Avianne
Listening to Suga J, look, he gon play you wrong
Carmelo took Lala, Meek Mill took his baby mom
And let the church talk, hallelujah

[Hook]
No it ain’t a game I still roll with the stainless
And you know my slogan nigga, I’ll make you famous
I’ll use my brain so I will leave you brainless
So where you wanna meet at nigga?

[Verse 2]
Remember when you dissed trap?
You said it was the devils work. Look at this nigga yo
See how the devil work?
Wolves on your ass though, I told them all to pardon ya
Why you talking Harlem? You from Jacksonville, Florida
I used to give you all my clothes, dont forget you was bummy
I fed you when you was hungry, crash test, dummy
But the shit he said next, I swear it ain’t funny
Said "Cam, become a deacon, them deacons be getting money"
Thats blasphemous, word to Jesus and Lazarus
You got bad karma, stay away, he hazardous
Collection plate money in his pocket, he a klepto-
And to get a dollar dollar you would suck a Creflo
2 albums, 20 years, come on this is dead bro
Only time they mention this nigga when its retro
Money gone, jewelry fake, you could hear an echo
I’m what you could have been, you was too petro
I took your broad, they all know you a fraud
And the only show you got, the lady of soul awards
He might be nominated, I’m your little mama favorite
Any hood I go to, I’m accommodated
What you mean I’m selling liquor now? You a jizzerk
Forgot 10 years ago I gagged out on sizzurp
Oh Boy cologne, I was giving niggas that wizzork
I ain’t even spend that Killa Season money, man, you hit dirt

[Hook]
No it ain’t a game I still roll with the stainless
And you know my slogan nigga, I’ll make you famous
I’ll use my brain so I will leave you brainless
So where you wanna meet at nigga?

[Intro]
I need somebody to talk to me tonight
You remember how well you use to sing it?
I can’t sing that song
Young man looked at him and said why you can’t sing it?
You know what he told him?
Since you saw me last, something happened to me

[Verse 1]
Time to get the facts across
Ohh, somebody pissed the pastor off
I’m all for the jokes, bundle up, get your coat
But, I only go for the throat, I’ma chimney, I work the smoke
You done opened up a door, I’m petty, ready for war
I ain’t got a sister, only sister I fucked was yours
I know the bars off The Program touched you
How you mad at me, though you let Mr. Royce touch you (facts)
Do what you must do
Me, I’m getting my just due
But, who you talking tough to? Blinky just snuffed you
Puff fucked you, we’ve seen in those binoculars
Passed you to 50, he was finger popping ya’
Then, he took it back like a fly bitch that was popular
You’re 42 still saying "Ain’t no stopping ya"
You know my deals, liquor, movies, and flashy kicks
How you talking deals? Your last deal was 96′
Your flight book it, talking about I’m crooked
Man, I don’t steal, if I took something I took it
Pastor Mason, no fabrication
We’re winnin’ see all these people you spinning
I’ll take it to the beginning
When Corey Wright japped you, Baby Maine yapped you
Roc over here slapped you, you still gave him dap too
That’s when I asked you, murder was the verdict
You said, "Nah chill Cam, I feel like I deserved it"
What type of shit is that?
Nigga, you a queer
My crib in Orlando, I had that for years
The Program gave you the biz
You know exactly what this is
I got homes where you hide, I hustle where you live
Max B from my building, nigga who you getting wavy off of?
Fugazi baby, going off that water not Avianne
Listening to Suga J, look, he gon play you wrong
Carmelo took Lala, Meek Mill took his baby mom
And let the church talk, hallelujah

[Hook]
No it ain’t a game I still roll with the stainless
And you know my slogan nigga, I’ll make you famous
I’ll use my brain so I will leave you brainless
So where you wanna meet at nigga?

[Verse 2]
Remember when you dissed trap?
You said it was the devils work. Look at this nigga yo
See how the devil work?
Wolves on your ass though, I told them all to pardon ya
Why you talking Harlem? You from Jacksonville, Florida
I used to give you all my clothes, dont forget you was bummy
I fed you when you was hungry, crash test, dummy
But the shit he said next, I swear it ain’t funny
Said "Cam, become a deacon, them deacons be getting money"
Thats blasphemous, word to Jesus and Lazarus
You got bad karma, stay away, he hazardous
Collection plate money in his pocket, he a klepto-
And to get a dollar dollar you would suck a Creflo
2 albums, 20 years, come on this is dead bro
Only time they mention this nigga when its retro
Money gone, jewelry fake, you could hear an echo
I’m what you could have been, you was too petro
I took your broad, they all know you a fraud
And the only show you got, the lady of soul awards
He might be nominated, I’m your little mama favorite
Any hood I go to, I’m accommodated
What you mean I’m selling liquor now? You a jizzerk
Forgot 10 years ago I gagged out on sizzurp
Oh Boy cologne, I was giving niggas that wizzork
I ain’t even spend that Killa Season money, man, you hit dirt

[Hook]
No it ain’t a game I still roll with the stainless
And you know my slogan nigga, I’ll make you famous
I’ll use my brain so I will leave you brainless
So where you wanna meet at nigga?

[Intro]
Good one Richard
Carisma

[Chorus: OneInThe4Rest]
Keep my hittas with me make sure that I’m straight
Threw the benz away and copped the Mulsanne (skrr skrr)
For the times that the niggas try to write me off
Had to make sure that the whole gang straight
Aha, Imma get it anyway (oh)
Aha, Imma get it anyway (ya)
Aha, Imma get it anyway
Any means Imma get it anyway

[Verse 1: 24hrs]
Keep my brothers with me make sure that I’m straight (straight)
We do fancy unlike every other day (day)
Buzz them over, mash potatoes with the steak (steak)
All my diamonds like they hopped up out the lake
I fucked her twice she say boy I need a break
She says, twenty can’t believe you blew up overnight (ya)
Fuck me like you love me you might get a better flight (bddp)
Damn, diamonds look like vegetarian (hello)
All that ass, you’ll be scaring em (ya)
My bitch bad an I’m wit her (ya)
Just a fat fly nigga
20 where you at, in the studio with cap

[Chorus: OneInThe4Rest]
Keep my hittas with me make sure that I’m straight
Threw the benz away and copped the Mulsanne (skrr skrr)
For the times that the niggas try to write me off
Had to make sure that the whole gang straight
Aha, Imma get it anyway
Aha, Imma get it anyway
Aha, Imma get it anyway
Any means Imma get it anyway

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Keep the gas on me, homie I be baked
Crib in Malibu, or one out by the lake
You can fuck me with once and don’t even gotta stay
We smoking joints 4 in the morning, wide awake
Don’t book the flight, I get the plane
She hit it once, then I roll another J
Cause them other dudes ain’t smoking right
Plus I hit it good, take you places that I know you like
Chain look like an aquarium
Was lookin at your favorite shoes, now you wearin em
I’m just a young, fit nigga
Dollars I got plenty in the studio with 20 ya

[Chorus: OneInThe4Rest]
Keep my hittas with me make sure that I’m straight
Threw the benz away and copped the Mulsanne (skrr skrr)
For the times that the niggas try to write me off
Had to make sure that the whole gang straight
Aha, Imma get it anyway (anyway)
Aha, Imma get it anyway
Aha, Imma get it anyway
Any means Imma get it anyway

[Outro]
Hm, anyway (K fours)

[Intro]
Yo, the Bentley truck got four doors
You see that B on the hood nigga?
Yo, the Bentley truck got four doors
Yo, the Bentley truck got four doors
Yo, the Bentley truck got four doors
You see that B on the hood nigga?
Only got two
Four door

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Waiting for my driver to come pick me up
This foreign shit gon’ fuck the city up
Got em in they feelings cause we really up
80 thousand cash in the Bentley truck
Pulled me over, think I got a brick
In my hood they tell me I’m the shit
You’ll probably find me in some private shit
With more gold than a pirate ship
Slick Rick 100 chains on
Niggas throwing shots but they probably miss
I’m probably with a Somali chick
She tryna find out what this molly is
Know the blue and whites hopping out
That’s why I put my work by the fence
That’s why I hit the percs by the bench
Bentley truck swerving, it ain’t got no tint

[Hook: Chris Brown]
I used to want a ‘Rari, look at me now
In a Bentley truck smoking that loud
We never saying sorry, my niggas be wild
Take your chains and your watch
My momma begging me to stop
But I got a million reasons why
Semi-automatic with the stock
.45 in the Bentley truck
Doot-doot-doot on your block

[Verse 2: Dave East]
My momma begging me to stop it
Smokers begging me to cop it
Out the pot, on the table chop it
They’ll do anything to make a profit
Your shit is trash, I’m not hearing it
Louis Vuitton and black pyramid
Gucci or Prada or Dolce Gabbana, it ain’t bout a check I’m not hearing it
Expensive designer, I’m wearing it
I used to wait in the trenches
50 baggies on a mission
They told me I needed a therapist
You could get hit for a pair of kicks
Dice game, we gon’ run it back
Treat the block like Merrill Lynch
.45 on me, don’t care where I went
Couple Russian hammers, some American

[Hook: Chris Brown]
I used to want a ‘Rari, look at me now
In a Bentley truck smoking that loud
We never saying sorry, my niggas be wild
Take your chains and your watch
My momma begging me to stop
But I got a million reasons why
Semi-automatic with the stock
.45 in the Bentley truck
Doot-doot-doot on your block

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Bitch i’m the man with the juice
I got diamonds on top of diamonds and my niggas they stay on the news
I stay sipping, water whipping, fresh out the kitchen
I bought her the bag and the shoes
And I might let my bitch drive the foreign
Mix the molly with pineapple juice
I want the pussy right now, where you going?
Look at me baby, you know you won’t find nothing better
Don’t look at me crazy, you know they ain’t on my level
And girl I’m in the Maison Margielas
When I make it rain, you gon’ need an umbrella

[Hook: Chris Brown]
I used to want a ‘Rari, look at me now
In a Bentley truck smoking that loud
We never saying sorry, my niggas be wild
Take your chains and your watch
My momma begging me to stop
But I got a million reasons why
Semi-automatic with the stock
.45 in the Bentley truck
Doot-doot-doot on your block

[Verse 4: Kap G]
.45 on me like MJ, oh
I’m at Benihana’s eating shrimp steak, oh
In the Bentley truck with the semi tucked
Fuck those pussies, they don’t wanna see me up
Goyard, had to put the Fendi up
Niggas with the plug tell them ring me up
After the club I’m probably go (?)
Taking that shit and you know we gon’ spray you
She give me face, I ain’t talking about make up
Fuck her from the back, pull out her lace front
All I ever wanted was some designer
Partner you with the Kap, no 49ers
I’ma beat the pussy, I’m Adrien Broner
She spit on that mic and I might just go sign her

[Hook: Chris Brown]
I used to want a ‘Rari, look at me now
In a Bentley truck smoking that loud
We never saying sorry, my niggas be wild
Take your chains and your watch
My momma begging me to stop
But I got a million reasons why
Semi-automatic with the stock
.45 in the Bentley truck
Doot-doot-doot on your block

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
All my niggas rocking good
All my niggas active
It’s 50 for a line nigga, 250 for the active
Bitches they the baddest, and they just wanna be fucked right
After party girl we get naughty, sorry

[Hook: Chris Brown]
I used to want a ‘Rari, look at me now
In a Bentley truck smoking that loud
We never saying sorry, my niggas be wild
Take your chains and your watch
My momma begging me to stop
But I got a million reasons why
Semi-automatic with the stock
.45 in the Bentley truck
Doot-doot-doot on your block