Lyrics to Raincoat
I'ma pull up, at my show
Got the dankroll with a pocket full of bankrolls
No, chains are not slave, no Django
Used to hit up 87, get the call from Rambo
Swear I feel like LL Cool J, 'cause a nigga can't go
And ya' a nigga is a fruit, baby, let that mango
And he won't give you an M, baby, let that pain go
Juice WRLD, or No World I Live in my own damn show
Remember back in the days I was stuck in my ways
Movin' slow motion, yeah, I had my own xan shoe (Uh-huh)
F.N. shoot all of my demons down
They can't keep me down (Baow, baow)
I was preachin' before, but they seen it, I bet they believe it now
Triple nine on my wrist, I'ma flip it to fuck
The pastors wife some how
Smokin' that green, sellin' that pound
Ain't work a day in my life, I was runnin' the town
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rub off the paint like my name is Nahmir
See a real ass nigga when I look in the mirror
And my glizzy a singer, put Britney to Spears
Fiend, fiend, fiendin' for this bread
I'm so fuckin' intoxicated, drugs all in my head (Yeah)
I'm so fuckin' intoxicated, I been feelin' dead
That's on the daily, I'm gettin' high so I don't go crazy in my head
Uh, I get the big bucks (Sheesh)
My dirt bikes all fun (Sheesh)
Say you want a war or somethin' (Sheesh)
Bringin' out all guns (Grrah, grrah)
Black, eleven his back, in the backpack, give me my strap
[?] real quick
I'ma miss [?]
My phone died
Yeah I'm finished
[?]
Got the dankroll with a pocket full of bankrolls
No, chains are not slave, no Django
Used to hit up 87, get the call from Rambo
Swear I feel like LL Cool J, 'cause a nigga can't go
And ya' a nigga is a fruit, baby, let that mango
And he won't give you an M, baby, let that pain go
Juice WRLD, or No World I Live in my own damn show
Remember back in the days I was stuck in my ways
Movin' slow motion, yeah, I had my own xan shoe (Uh-huh)
F.N. shoot all of my demons down
They can't keep me down (Baow, baow)
I was preachin' before, but they seen it, I bet they believe it now
Triple nine on my wrist, I'ma flip it to fuck
The pastors wife some how
Smokin' that green, sellin' that pound
Ain't work a day in my life, I was runnin' the town
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rub off the paint like my name is Nahmir
See a real ass nigga when I look in the mirror
And my glizzy a singer, put Britney to Spears
Fiend, fiend, fiendin' for this bread
I'm so fuckin' intoxicated, drugs all in my head (Yeah)
I'm so fuckin' intoxicated, I been feelin' dead
That's on the daily, I'm gettin' high so I don't go crazy in my head
Uh, I get the big bucks (Sheesh)
My dirt bikes all fun (Sheesh)
Say you want a war or somethin' (Sheesh)
Bringin' out all guns (Grrah, grrah)
Black, eleven his back, in the backpack, give me my strap
[?] real quick
I'ma miss [?]
My phone died
Yeah I'm finished
[?]
