Steph Ramen - Can't Predict the Weather 2

Ridin round sad in the coup
And I’m riding around sad in the coup
And I’m ridin round sad in the coup
And I’m ridin round sad in the coup
And I’m ridin round sad in the coup
And if you got a problem then bitch I’m blasting at you
Blasting at you
POP POP
In the Maxima until I get a Maserati
I just caught a play and bitch I’ll catch a body if you moving sloppy round me
Ramen Ramen Mr. keep the fucking money comin need the commas
Stocks homes shit what else I need bitch
I’m about to conquer my demons
I’m about to slaughter all my demons
I promise bitch I got it from the cement
And I don’t go to rap no fucking pretenses or pretend
For you to feel me preaching
When I was three I got thrown in the deep end
Figuratively I had to figure out my doggy paddle
I’m big doggy now my growl shake the enemy
My bite goes for the throat and it’s too deep for any remedy
Sometimes feel like the goat sometimes feel like I am not anything
And then I smoke my dope so I feel something
Chemically imbalanced so my mood is unpredictable you’ll never know what’s coming
I could tell you all about my poverty and about my riches too
I could teach you how to rap and count out all of the syllables
I can make it happen even if I’m feeling miserable because
That’s what I was built to do
Back when I was down bad I was praying for a miracle
Until I realize the best things in life are intangible
I’ll be trying to tell him about my vision they don’t get the visual
They train of thought too typical
I watched my daddy slap my mom and that shit was disgusting and despicable
The type of shit that sticks with you and yes I keep my stick with me
So if I see my pops imma pop it
I’m trying to get my enemies lined up inside of my optics uh
I don’t got a lot of time but I got trauma and I got to make sure for
I leave I got it for my momma and my family
I swear to god this shit is from the bottom
Once you get the cheese these rats fall off your tree like leaves in autumn uh-huh
And I can’t close my eyelids
Until I fucking got it
I tell my people thanks for bein solid
I promise imma put us on an island
I promise imma put us on
But why it be feelin like my time is runnin so short
Bro that’s a camera we gon have to mission abort
Gettin money since a youngin like it was a sport
I remember I had touched a pint before I touched a quart
I hope my dog get off the chain soon
He been in and out them courts
So fuck the judge and fuck the officers and fuck the system too
I promise anything is possible and I believe in you
I do not believe in no obstacle so nothin stoppin you
If no body do then I do please don’t forget it
If they doubt you they jus jealous they can’t operate like you
Outside the box cause they don’t got the tools
Don’t let it knock you out yo groove
Or put you out your frame or out your lane jus keep your foot on the gas
And if you get caught in the rain it’ll pass
And if you get caught in the rain it’ll pass
And if you get caught in the rain it’ll pass
Just keep on driving just keep on driving just keep on driving uh
Just keep on driving just keep on driving just keep on driving ay
Just keep on driving just keep on driving just keep on driving uh
Just keep on driving just keep on driving just keep on driving
Just keep on driving just keep on driving just keeping on ay
Just keep on driving just keep on driving just keep on driving
Just keep on driving just keep on driving just keep on driving yea
Just keep on driving just keep on driving just keep on

Written by:
Steph Ramen

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