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letra de drip - calenraps

[verse 1]
walking through the rain to my night shift
5-0 drive by then his lights fl1ck
i ain’t even in the whip, he want a license
i ask him “would you do the same to these white kids?”
i’m asking “homie is you sane, is you righteous?”
like, “do you understand the pain that we fight with?”
like yo, “my people in the middle of a crisis”
the police stations looking like isis
look in my nephew’s eyes and he don’t recognize me
swear the pain is petrifying, but i’m out here testifying
i been so objectified it done electrified me
that is why my world is so shocking when you step inside it
and i know money ain’t happiness and p-ssy don’t last forever
so at the end of the day we only have each other
but if you build and i build, then we can last together
but they don’t want that so it’s just me and my ratchet brothers
f-cking up your future by chasing the past
you got that money in your pocket, but your face in your -ss
but i got celebration blunts i been waiting to ash
with the weed in them so loud that it be breaking the gl-ss

[hook]
yo, she love me for that drip
she love me for that drip
she just drink, smoke, and sniff
yo, she love me for that drip
yo, she love me for that drip
she just drink, smoke, and sniff
we done took too many drugs trynna escape the pain
took too many drugs
we done took too many drugs trynna escape the pain
but you don’t get no flowers in your field without the rain

[verse 2]
small-timers trynna hit me with that franchise tag, but i’m independent so they can’t stand my -ss
i might walk into your club and my pants might sag
but you know that we intense with the camp i have
and i ain’t glamorous
no, i ain’t posing for no selfies
if you catch me on them cameras i’m like “jesus can you help me?”
cause my auntie ain’t too healthy
ain’t much food up in my belly
ain’t no b-tches on my cell-y
there ain’t nothing you can tell me
i remember when i used to go to church with elaine
and she would tell me ‘bout myself and what i’m worth to the game
how i’m gon’ always lose people with my personal gains
but i’m going to always make sense cuz i’m working for change
i had them big dreams
drove the 88 with the 16’s
900 dollars for that b-tch, but my sh-t clean
pull up, and shawty in my jeans like an inseam
she just want to play, play, play like a split screen

- calenraps

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