Verse 1

These are coat tacts for real I have to smack you
In his face with the cold steel outside late night
In that stormy weather like whatever as we go through the ghetto
And a nigga through his leather come snatch the hottest show
S.L.K. nine eight show for the stashing hit him in his chest
Did I smash him I losing control but I will maintain
Behind a wheel with a murder case no mistakes in this brain
Come see what I see muthafucka

Verse 2

I got to hustle in the rain so I stay with my eyes on the prize
Niggas ain't living right I'm going to ball till I die
Armani stacks streets set when ya'll realize your next step
Could be death cuz it's do or die who are you who am I
Do you niggas really know black on blacks with my nine
It's a savage grind when I go see it's your click
Calling the shots falling spot to spot will coco box
That's how I manage stacking my chips in the game
I keep a fifth fuck the fame it's getting deep niggas
Is out for my pay I put a depth for choke his ass in the game
Balling in the rain my niggas is gone

Chorus:

I used to go outside nigga hustle in the rain
I try to pray to repent on my sins for the paper so intense
I didn't think there was else I still searching
For the knowledge of satisfaction
My check up on the shelf

I used to go outside nigga hustle in the rain
I try to pray to repent on my sins for the paper so intense
I didn't think there was else I still searching
For the knowledge of satisfaction
My check up on the shelf

Verse 3

I have been jacking since I was five now they can't stop me
Mob figga military tactics in this society one of the joker five
That lives this life of jacking breaking every bone
In the closet I'm bout to get a dollar really secret
Information got me took living for everything in the book
I hit the scene with two guns in the air cereal scraper
No trace and on facing to get this paper for the weapons
In army fatigues and body snatching I'm resting
On armageddon with lighting them up to the century is up
Third war busting henges and broken doors

Verse 4

Interrogation inferratration on them niggas
And I'm a hustler in the rain till I die
I used to hustle all night putting in 24 living my life wrong
Sticking to movies pushing in zones flashing that black chrome
Flashing black storm I figure to pay all the dope feen pay
When I get my niggas up and shit dang they get them for licks
On the money train when he get back
Ain't gone be no get back sitting on the train like a mack
Cuz it is stormy in this rainy season
We ain't gone sign no treason just find another reason leaving
Them heeding no breating the body cold
This must be the el nino but my cousins was dumping on me
Much impressing on these timber with the smith n wesson
Is what I'm gettin so fuck the shit he impressing
He trying to search some game but uhh serving pain nigga
In the rain figga you know I'm hustling hustling

Chorus:

I used to go outside nigga hustle in the rain
I try to pray to repent on my sins for the paper so intense
I didn't think there was else I still searching
For the knowledge of satisfaction
My check up on the shelf

I used to go outside nigga hustle in the rain
I try to pray to repent on my sins for the paper so intense
I didn't think there was else I still searching
For the knowledge of satisfaction
My check up on the shelf

Verse 5

I used to hustle in the rain hold it down in my pain
And fake niggas pushing cakes nigga they never kill the game
In hostile situations the lil nigga the fo fifth
Junior nation nighted and plotted I did it
Kind of liked it when I did it so defeat you you know
They did it they blunted and shit spit
The life I'm living take a look at the cars I was givin
My mama's still of guards chase still living
Time to call the doja called the ghetto child for it's on
Has to be chosen but the world is my homie we ya'll want it
If you never had it and we get up on it
If we all had game we went all my closest homies
My goals are figures in the way hundred I'm hustlin in the rain nigga

Chorus:
I used to go outside nigga hustle in the rain
I try to pray to repent on my sins for the paper so intense
I didn't think there was else I still searching
For the knowledge of satisfaction
My check up on the shelf

I used to go outside nigga hustle in the rain
I try to pray to repent on my sins for the paper so intense
I didn't think there was else I still searching
For the knowledge of satisfaction
My check up on the shelf

[talking over chorus]
Time is still hard it's hitting but he ain't here no more
Time is how it go