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Rain & Powe Video (MV)




Performed By: M033
Length: 2:16
Written by: Marcus Underwood




M033 - Rain & Powe Lyrics




I Say when it rains and powe will you share yo umbrella or let me soak
Devil on my shoulder wit pistol all in my coat be around
When I'm down and be around when I float this a couple things I need to know

Will you pick a nigga off the flowe
Or jus tell a nigga keep his head up cuz it's better days up tha road
I been f*cked up and the niggas I thought thas was wimme won't there all alone
Still f*cked up press 5 onna phone collect call from the bro
Trynna stick around wit a nigga fake shit
Trynna see if I blow on my last round wit a nigga bell ring
I ain't giving nomore bills building up onna nigga 18 where the fck can I go
My momma need me I can't leave her alone
I'm goin hard till I'm gone real pain what I rap in my songs
I feel all this shit in my bones my cases jus got dropped
Lord knows ain't no love inna hole everybody wanna test my gangsta eyes wide
When I uppin the pole
Dark side you ain't see alone fck wit a nigga but don't know what I'm on
I been really inna streets ain't duckin no heat 2 legs 10 toes
Through the streets big led break a nigga witta ease cold hearted
And you know where I be see the fye coming straight from da heat
Switch sides you as fake as can be gone let me soak tell me what it's gine be
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I Say when it rains and powe will you share yo umbrella or let me soak
Devil on my shoulder wit pistol all in my coat be around
When I'm down and be around when I float this a couple things I need to know

Will you pick a nigga off the flowe
Or jus tell a nigga keep his head up cuz it's better days up tha road
I been f*cked up and the niggas I thought thas was wimme won't there all alone
Still f*cked up press 5 onna phone collect call from the bro
Trynna stick around wit a nigga fake shit
Trynna see if I blow on my last round wit a nigga bell ring
I ain't giving nomore bills building up onna nigga 18 where the fck can I go
My momma need me I can't leave her alone
I'm goin hard till I'm gone real pain what I rap in my songs
I feel all this shit in my bones my cases jus got dropped
Lord knows ain't no love inna hole everybody wanna test my gangsta eyes wide
When I uppin the pole
Dark side you ain't see alone fck wit a nigga but don't know what I'm on
I been really inna streets ain't duckin no heat 2 legs 10 toes
Through the streets big led break a nigga witta ease cold hearted
And you know where I be see the fye coming straight from da heat
Switch sides you as fake as can be gone let me soak tell me what it's gine be
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Writer: Marcus Underwood
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