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Here we go again

That’s life

Ooh, ooh, ooh… alright

Can’t you see that it’s raining? (hol' up)

Can’t you see that it’s pouring?

They just wanna see rainfall (hol' up)

They just hope that it’s storming

They always gonna tell you when it rains it pours

Mother Nature’s crying inside

I know I didn’t tell you the entire story

But let me finish what happened that night

I was chilling with Frank Thomas the baseball player

You know the the one that played for the White Sox

Uncle Ro and Hurt M Badd is how I hooked up with him

Thought he could put us in the right spots

Let me connect the dots…

On the Chi block, had two Cartier rings that was iced out

A secretary named Lorraine that was quite hot

Told me to meet him at the studio, 5 O’clock

Try’na get to the studio, picked up in a limo

I recorded a demo, and you know my MO

H-town slow it way down, here I picked up the tempo

Thought it was a Benzo, but he wasn’t in a Benzo

I hopped out the car and Frank saw me

In a parking lot in his Ferrari

He opened the door and the leather was looking Godly

Real talk, could’ve cost a mill

He was back from New York, he had shopped a deal

He met with them talked about my appeal

All the labels were talking but not for real

Well I think you’re wise, and at least ya tried

At least we know that they’ll see you rise

At least you’re floating on decent tires

I’m headed home but don’t be surprised

That’s where I be if they want me

They pro’lly don’t but just call me

Gave me a couple of stacks

Because he knew I was headed right back to the hood, I think it scarred me

Then I got on the plane, headed back to Houston like it’s part of the game

Gave the money to my mother and she couldn’t complain

Then I headed to the Swishahouse and started a flame

Everything started moving up

After high school we was cool enough

I’m like this ain’t got nothin' to do with luck

I watched Slim and Braceface candy blue a truck

The 312 what I got to dial

I called Hurt M Badd like, «we got a lot to smile.

.about Hurt, we can make a profit now

I need beats because we’re about to put an album out»

That conversation wasn’t friendly

Thought he had some beats that he could lend me

But he told me that they have a price tag

And a beat from him would cost 10 G’s

That’s when my heart turned empty

I wasn’t trying to get them free but didn’t think that you would rob me

I recorded all them songs for you and never asked you for a dollar

Now you tryna charge me? *click*

On the window pane we can all see the rain

Somebody gotta let me know what part of the game is this

Wait, now I got a call from Lorraine, «Hello?»

What’s up, she’s no longer working with Frank at all

And told me the reason she made the call

Is to tell what really happened with the major talk

«They liked you Cham and they said you’re raw

They liked your music but hated all the rest of the artist

He told them, nah, you wanna sign him? Gotta pay us all»

I knew that I wasn’t ever signed to her

I knew that I wasn’t ever signed to Frank

And Frank, he already had a lot of bank

I’m never letting anyone decide my fate

Who knew that I would do what I do?

Who knew that Michael Watts would try to screw what he screw

Who knew that Ron C was good at screwin' it too?

And how can anybody act like they had a clue?

We wasn’t sittin' by a stewardess

You wasn’t riding on the tour bus, and it was more than a few of us

I couldn’t tell you where the jeweler was, but I could tell you where the sewer

was, labels were was suing us

Switch back to Chicago, where everybody duck 5−0 and pimps ride fly though

They say «in God we trust», but keep a weapon in the Bible

He said «what it look like Joe?»

He was puffing on a green leaf

In a foreign with the cream seats, matter of fact it was black

He was in the streets knee deep, now he the manager for Chief Keef

Wait, that’s Uncle Ro, the one who used to take me to the studio

The one that used to tag everything we drove

We both somehow made some major dough -- woah

Fast-forward with the curry

Could have sold out to the change in a hurry

I wouldn’t have an AMG Benz at thirty

I probably would’a never ever made Ridin' Dirty

And now they wanna see my reign fall?

And now they wanna see my name fall?

And now they tell me that I can’t ball?

Tell me what, is you a lame dawg?

Don’t you realise I made y’all?

Promise I’mma take off

All they do is pretend

They never really care how many times that you win

Can’t do it nine times if you ain’t doing it ten

Chamillionaire, where have you been?

Here we go again

Came from the gutter, but I made it out

The young CEO with major clout

It’s like a major bout

They try to tell me that I’m fading out

Until I uppercut, swing and POW!

Bet that erase the doubt

I can hear you haters talking slick

But why’d you pick the Houston 2Pacalypse

Get off my tip

But let me give you all a tip

I never liked yall, I think you all should quit

You not as rich and plus you’re the type of prick to send a girl a text message

with a topless pic

You talking slick, but really you ain’t copped them whips

The only time you shop is when you PhotoShop your dick

I park my whip, I might let you cop a flick

See, I can spit, you rap, but you’re not as sick

She’s not as thick, your girlfriend is not a chick

Your whole life’s a catfish and you do not exist

Haha