(talking)

I could feel it, ain't no more thinking bout

The sun gone shine


[Z-Ro]

Dj Screw, Fat Mafio, and Gator are gone

I want to be strong but lately the pain won't leave me alone

For myself, crawl down and get away from this drama

No understanding by my father can't even talk to my mama

Got the world on my shoulders and it's too heavy to hold

Thinking suicide, but that won't be too good for my soul

Started out as a christian but sinning took over my mind

Time after time just for show that I resort to the crime

Where my real niggas at, the ones I helped in the past

Now that I'm doing bad and I ain't got no cash to make me laugh

I done got you where I want but holler if I roll

They want to know how many big faces a Mo City don fold

Want to jack me when I'm through and do my niggas for life

It's deja vue for me to be face to face with triggers tonight

I know your bad movs are swift really soon I'll be gone

Now try to cover up together just want some love before I'm gone

Still thinking of best free, no better person on the planet

Steady be driving away people I love and I can't understand it

God damn it how can I love without loving myself

Having visions of me pulling the trigger slugging myself

I done went from rags to riches, riches to rags now I'm stuck

Plus my boo is acting nautios because I'm bout to truck

And I ain't did nothing, when I grab something and start dumping

Ain't got no time for pussy just pimping a pen and bumping

On the hottest block, making sure the bills stay paid

Pick it up and drop it now flossing until I'm down in the grave

When it happen let it happen cause I won't bust back

Retaliation from busters trying to get they nuts back

I take it like a man, knowing I gave this life my all

No more hooks, no more verses this is my final curtain call


(Chorus: Bettye Sterling)

After the rain, after the rain

I still feel the pain, feel the pain

My final curtain call, asking y'all

Let me pray for my dogs, all of y'all


[Pup]

Living a thug life in blood it's like hell at home

So many cops around my hood it's like jail at home

But still I roam, on the block, with a pocket full of sweets

So much sales, so much smoke I got to get lifted out my feet

Cause if I wasn't some of y'all niggas would be dead round here

And pull par, we give you hot lead round here

And niggas scared round here, cause I'm a natural born killer

Ridgemont gorilla give you more chills than thrillers

I'm bone hard, you better open up your chest at will

The only investment that I receive was a talented deal

This life is real, and it ain't having no mercy man

So you still struggle seem like a nigga be thirsty for pain

I'm going insane, but to maintain it's really the key

But it's hard to do that when these hoe niggas is pressuring me

It ain't no lecture in me, I'm gone remain a g

This for weed, come to port that's for P-U-P cause I'm a 


(Chorus - 2x)