Lil' O - It Can't Rain 4 Ever lyrics

(feat. Z-Ro, Bleeda)

[talking]

Chow time, chow time

Everybody line up for chow, chow time

Line up for chow, line up for chow

[Hook x2: Z-Ro & (Lil' O)]

I got dreams, of being a king

(But right now, I'm living unhealthy

Since I'm balling, as I say to myself)

But everything ain't what it seems

(I'm praying, asking God for some help

When I get out, I'll be back for my wealth

It can't rain forever)

[Lil' O]

But dear Lord, change the weather

Cause these scars and these bars, make my pain make pleasure

And I'm a long far away, from everything that I treasure

All because, I was chasing this cheddar

But in my dream I was a king, but nothing ever comes to a dreamer

So I turned to a hustler, block bleeder and schemer

Daddy noticed something different, bout my gangsta demeanor

But he never, could just point the finger

But now he know, cause I'm locked up now

No more Benz with the roof, popped up now

I do my laundry in the toilet, and it's stopped up now

Boys think it's some pussy jacking off, when a female guard walk thru now

My life is a shame, but nigga doing time is the price of the game

And all this wasting time, doing nights in the bang

Got me realizing that my life gotta change, for real

[Hook x2]

[Z-Ro]

I use to have dreams, about having too much bread

But seem like whoever stacking me, down with who bust lead

Trying to take something from em, and I ain't having none of that

Artillery is close by, I'ma be grabbing some of that

If somebody was looking at me funny, I was about my money

Acting like the world was mine, and nobody could take it from me

Too much traffic, at my house now

No more twenties, I moved up to pounds and soft now

Got diamonds and gold in my mouth now, hustling hoping I can get rich

Risking mo' than my freedom, turning a continent to a brick

In the briefcase, nervous but tired of being a cheap skate

Running in and out of town on the regular, with no delay

Two hundred and seventeen thousand, dollar spot

35,000 dollar watch, you can hear it when my collar pop

I was a baller, balling in the mix

With seven cell phones, now all my people calling in this bitch

[Hook x2]

[Bleeda]

And Lord knows, he got to lighten up on me

Sooner or later, it's bound to brighten up for me

But as of now black clouds, have been above me so I'm feeling like Pac

Trying to be calm and survive the storm, but I'm missing my block

Sick of niggaz screaming throughout the night, wishing they'd stop

Bitching about, if they gon get a visit or not

When I get out it's back to the block, ain't got no time to keep

(it can't rain forever) not on a nigga, that's designed to get it

Only 23, with at least eighteen prior convictions

Guess I'ma doubt trying to get it, and over ride this visit

I've been through and through it again, troubles trials and trenches

On the edge of reserve, riding on benches sitting in back of the court

Reading breezing, through new bible scriptures

Ain't no reason for Bleeda lying and kick it, but for my niggaz on lock

That's still, filling out their grocery list

I blaze tracks like a rapper real over a pit, when I'ma wake up

[Hook x2]

I know, I know

(it can't rain forever) [x4]