Hook:Fuck wrong wit thes coppas
They killin my conduct(X2)
They gettin away
3 months suspended
But still gettin paid
Im from bmore
So my hands go up for freddie gray
Its too many rainy days(X2)
Like when will the sun comes out?
They killt my dawg
I ain't get a chance to see his sun come out
Its too many rainy days(X3)


Verse 1:
First off fuck the law
Tell them bitches to free the crew
N free all the real niggas
That be sittin for shit they ain't even do
They killin my conduct
Nigga it could be me or you
Or both of us
They cold blooded
Im just tellin the truth
Its too many rainy days yea
Niggas ain't even gettin no money
These niggas be too busy hatin
I use to sit in the basement
I use to write till my hands hurt
Think you gon do something to one of my niggas
Imma hit you and yo mans first
Nigga we part of this damn war
They killin us like a damn sport
Me n my niggas ain't goin for it
Remember when everything was going good


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Verse 2:
Watchu kno about the fuckin streets
When u comin outta baltimore
Police keep killin niggas
Make a nigga wanna start a war
I been really goin thru some shit
I been goin to court about about this lor bitch
That had me sittin wit a low bail
My lawyer got me back on the bricks
Only thing i got good
Down half when a nigga piss
Every time i get booked
They ask about the true bill shit
I told yall ion know nothin
Hit my lawyer up
Gave him more money
Every time one hater go
Seem like it be more comin
Noisy bitches all in my buisness
Askin me how my store runnin
Lor niggas gettin big headed
Whole time you dont store nothin
My lor niggas str8 young gunnas
They'll put the bullets right in ya under
Catch his ass when its foggy out
Gurantee he won't see the summer


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