[Verse 1:]   Street life killed my daddy    Got my momma pregnant in the back of a caddy    Since i lost my first tooth i ain't been happy    Young wild nigga child why that boy is so nappy    He got that devil in him    Police wanna take him down    Used to be a player but the coochie cost money now    He ain't to bright but he know a trap when he see one    Got his conscious in his pants with his gun      [Chorus:]   Seventeen years of rain (That boy good) foggin up my windows yeah(These niggas always talking bout somethin') It done been seventeen years of pain    But i'm still here though(In the middle of it all this nigga still here)   Seventeen years of rain foggin up my window (yeah)   It done been seventeen years of pain but i'm still here though (and the nigga still here, he still right here).      [Verse 2:]   Shoe box full of pictures    All that's left of good times i shared with my niggas    Some alive and some no longer with us    How da, how da, how da hell do you pray for forgiveness    When you got devil in you    Rogain keeps the hair strong but Cocaine keeps the cable on    I can't wait till my nigga jb come home    Why do all the real niggas stay gone so long       [Chorus:]   Seventeen years of rain foggin up my window (yeah)   It done been seventeen years of pain    But i'm still here though    Seventeen years of rain foggin up my window    It done been seventeen years of pain but i'm still here though       [Three 6 Mafia & Project Pat (rap)]   Even though a nigga still in the hood    Gettin drunk and smokin on wood    I'ma make it up out of this street life    On the corner is where i stood    Out there all by myself    'cause a player gotta get this meal    Welfare ain't doin us no good    Flippin burgers ain't gonn make you filled    But i'm still ten toes in this Hustlin tryna make hood rich    And i still ain't trustin no bitch 'cause the mother fuckers always snitch       Its hard in this ghetto man    Fifteen years old with coke and caine    Cheese don't come i'ma go insane Snatch me a purse snatch me a chain    Out here on the block with the fiends and the moon    Squeeze on the glock tryna pop at a goon    He done stole my dough he took my food    Project wasn't born with a silver spoon    In my mouth in my grill words exchange then niggas get killed    One in the grave the other in jail    Nobody wins thats fo' real      Back way when i was a runny nose    runnin round    Up and down the town    Carrying a black glock and a gold frown    I kept that product on me    It wasn't no problem homie    You said it i had it and met you if you stole my money    Just tryna buy bologna but now i'm buying lobster    Still totin a glock but pusing a rolls rouce and winning oscars       [Chorus 2x]