Shine In The Rain 2.5

[Verse 1: Sunshine Christo]
She wants me to fuck her friend, now she's mad at them
What the fuck is up you little slut, you need to understand what's up
You fuckin' weirdo
Bitches wanna fuck on me, then they get mad cause their bitches fuckin' fuck on me
I know that she plots on me, she shows it everyday
Every time she wakes up she doesn't look me in the face
I know that she's plotting, I know that she's not my friend
I know that she wants to kill me, she wants to see my end
Bitches wanna fuck and I know they fucking do
They wanna kill me, so I can't trust you
Last girl I been with tried to stab me, so I can't keep a bitch in my company

[Verse 2: Sunshine Christo]
You know I got that H, like I'm Triple H
Got so many that my friends come to my place
She wanna go to the trap, she wants to get fucked, she wants to do drugs but I can't let her though
Not trust bitches that shit should be obvious
All these bitches plotting on me, make it less obvious
All these people say they're my friends, I don't believe them
These people plotting on me, yeah I can see them
Your intentions are fucked up, I can tell by one look
All you people fucking Riddle, yeah looking like a book
All you people fuck with me but deep down you really don't
I can tell cause when you're around you act like no one's home

[Verse 3: Sunshine Christo]
They're fucking plotting on me
They wanna fuck with me
They're tryna fuck on me but you can't fuck the team
They wanna fuck with me, they wanna mess my team
You can't fuck with me cause only I can fuck with me
My friends know me, they know I'm fucking real
All these flaky fucking losers never in the field
All these people wanna see me get shot
Well I got a GAT so I'm not getting got

[Verse 4: Vain]
God help us all, God help us all
God help us all, I know the one to call
Failing in school cause I'm gonna play ball
Worrying about a bitch is not my fucking job
Staying by myself, I ain't trying to get caught
Fuck all your feelings, it don't matter in the end
Fuck all your family and fuck all your friends
(It's not like I really won)

[Verse 5: Vain]
Vain, I'm the one, chosen by the God and the Sun
To deliver onto us bars
Pause, truth laid down a beat that's fucking hard
Picasso would be jealous of my art
Wanna go back and give George Washington a cart
He would probably say do not listen to thy whores
For we are not simping on all fours
Just to get attention from a whore
The bar is on the floor
There was never hope but I made it
One percent chance, ninety-nine percent faked it
Christo got us here all with hard work
Left all the lazy ass bums in the dirt
People who weren't here started hating
Talking about shit that happened in their hibernation
Gotta get away, I can't stand em'
Me and Christo always go in tandem
Shoutout to you, you know we love the fandom

[Verse 6: $wipeBanditGøth]
You ain't got no friends, they all fucking fake
I was in the field like a dead slave
Heard Christ tote a .40, but it's Revelations
Little cousin bang the 50's but he not my cousin
I was on '57 when they was plotting on me
I was on '57 where they banging Crip
Shawty not even a loc, he said he trying to kill me
But that was back in the burbs, I'm talking about my homie
It was all on the double deuce, double o tried to sacrifice me
No friends, fuck a bitch, I don't even got no family
Trying to kill Goth, they tried to catch me slipping in the alley
My heart stone cold, I took this bitch too many dates in death valley
I got the flame stick and it can leave your ass without a family
Bitch plotting on me, she need to be less obvious
I got the oppa stick and it can really slash a thot
She just a silly hoe

[Verse 7: $wipeBanditGøth]
Trying to rob me, she need to run back to her boyfriend
Cut from the ocean, Glock stun and some more shit
Got Polo, she can't afford it, but nigga that's my old shit
Got treasure in the fortress, got booby traps, I dare they touch it
Glockie cause a ruckus, nut like Uncle Ruckus
Nigga's racist, is some hoe shit
I was killing niggas, Goth might even kill an Indian
It's a strange game nigga, but nigga that's the world we in
Goth no $wipe Bandit, we gon' leave him at the laundry mat
They talk like the Black Panthers, they can't even kill a pale skin
I was on '57, but they need to check the thermostat
I was in the hideout, nigga I was worried about where my daddy was at
Know it gets greasy, I hope that nigga make it home
Damn, but in the ghetto, can't call it home
Damn, my daddy still in the ghetto, that's where he call his home
I was on '57 getting throated by hoe
I need my trophies, gold chains, gold robes
I need my trophies, gold chains, gold rings
I need my trophies, nigga I need the whole thing

[Outro]
Yeah, $wipeBanditGøth
But you already knew that